Angel laughed, floated on his back and swam away with a few backstrokes of his powerful arms.
Tommy swam toward him. “I’m going to drown you for that!” He caught up to Angel and pounced on him. He held Angel’s face in his hands and planted a forceful kiss on his lips. The both slipped under the water with their mouths firmly engaged. The water enveloped them in a cocoon of weightless energy. They floated for a few seconds under the buoyant undercurrent before they bolted upwards for air. They were only chest high in the water, but sought its warmth by staying submerged up to their necks and in each other’s arms.
The water reflected on Angel’s handsome face, causing a flicker of light to bounce off his jet black hair and charcoal eyes. His wet, black lashes clumped together and magnified their length. The man was so beautiful and sexy that Tommy could barely concentrate sometimes. Not even the cool temperature of the water affected him when he was this close to Angel’s countenance. He wrapped his arms and legs around Angel and floated in his arms.
Angel’s strong hands held Tommy around the waist while they gazed at each other under the veil of the morning sky. Angel put his nose to Tommy’s neck and inhaled. “Your hair still exudes that delicious scent of almonds and mint. It was etched into my memory from the first time we met.” Angel’s face glazed over with a reminiscent smile. “It lingers in the room sometimes after you leave. It used to drive me crazy when we were in the car together, before we became a couple. I had wanted to run my fingers through it and bury my face in your neck so your scent would envelope me.” He fingered a chunk of Tommy’s wet hair. “Now it’s mine to touch whenever I please. I’m so happy we have this time together.”
“Me too.” The brisk morning air nipped at Tommy’s shoulders. He propelled himself closer into Angel’s arms and sought his body heat.
“Are you cold? I just felt you shiver.”
It was amazing how Angel went from daydreaming with a faraway look in his eyes to one of immense concern in a split second.
Tommy sunk lower under the water, seeking its thermal insulation. “It’s getting cold. Let’s go back to the blanket.”
Angel took his hand and they glided to the shore. Once they stood erect above the water, it no longer offered protection. The cool morning breeze was sharp against their naked, wet bodies and goose bumps rose on their flesh. Angel grabbed the discarded blanket and they huddled underneath it while they raced to the pile of bed linens sprawled on the beach. Tommy fell onto the pillows first and Angel fell into his lap.
“I didn’t bring any towels.” Angel piled the sheets and blankets on top of Tommy. “You must be freezing with all that wet hair on your back. Let’s go back to the room.”
“No. The sun will be up in a few minutes.” Tommy snuggled closer to Angel so their hips touched and adjusted the blanket so it enveloped the both of them and left only their faces uncovered. The sun’s rays peeked out and touched them with its warmth.
Angel snuggled closer, eradicating any space that may have been left between them. He rubbed Tommy’s thigh with a brisk urgency. “Are you warmer now?”
“Yes.” He was inclined to lie if it meant Angel would roughly massage his leg again. The erection that the cold water robbed from him returned and it bounced between his legs. He squinted in the direction of the water. “We left our underwear by the shore.”
“No worries. I’ll get them before we go back into the hotel. I don’t want you to catch cold again. Let’s stay here where it’s warm.”
Angel’s lips fell on Tommy’s shoulder and rested there. His warm breath spread a layer of heat down Tommy’s chest. The heavy blanket, the rising sun, and Angel’s mouth on his flesh, made it very warm under the blanket. Tommy pushed it from his head and let the sun bathe his face with its rays.
Angel glanced up to the sky. “The rising sun glistens off your wet hair like a golden halo, and your eyes match the color of the awakening sky. Tu eres tan bello como el sol subiendo en la mañana.”
“What does that mean?” Tommy’s heart quickened at the sound of the beautiful, romantic Spanish words. They transported him back in time to when they first met. It wasn’t often that Angel spoke to him in Spanish anymore, but when he did, it made Tommy melt inside.
Angel brushed the back of his hand across Tommy’s cheek. “It means you are more beautiful than the sunrise.”
Tommy sighed. “I don’t know how I ever found you, A. Or how someone can be so romantic.”
“If I remember correctly, I found you. On the internet while searching for a new guitar player. I searched for weeks, but no one caught my eye the way you did. Actually, it was your gift that first captivated me. I had my eyes closed while I listened to an amateur video of one of your performances. I was spellbound by your talent. When I opened my eyes and finally saw you for the first time,” Angel took a deep breath, “you stole my heart, Tommy Blade, like a thief in the night.”
“You never told me that story.”
“There’s so much I never told you about those days when I didn’t know if we would ever be together. Like how I used to pine for you at night, never taking a lover because my heart was already married to you. I used to hug my pillow to my chest to prevent it from breaking in two. One night I cried into it for fear that a relationship with you was too absurd to work. I was afraid that in the long run you would leave me, and I would perish. You are my prince, my knight in shining armor.”
There were no words that could follow anything as sincere and heartfelt as Angel’s declaration of love and patience. The blanket slipped from Tommy’s shoulder while he reached for Angel. He placed the palm of his hand on Angel’s cheek and his lips on Angel’s waiting mouth. The taste of salt water seasoned their kiss. Tommy drew Angel’s tongue into his mouth and claimed possession. He never wanted Angel more than he did at that moment, on the sandy shores of Hong Kong, under the dawning morning sun. Without disturbing the unification of their mouths, Tommy crawled toward Angel and guided him down onto the blanket. He lay lengthwise on top of Angel, securing the blanket so it shielded their naked lower half. “The sky may not be plum colored anymore, but we’re still going to make love underneath it.”
“I would love nothing more, but it’s daylight. Someone will see us.”
“No they won’t.” Tommy pulled the large blanket over their heads so they were completely covered. He would have opted for the lightweight sheet, but its transparency would offer a silhouette of their bodies to probing eyes. Tommy moved his lips to Angel’s neck and pressed his pelvis into Angel. He rotated his hips clockwise while Angel rotated his hips in the opposite direction. Their cocks tangled together in a twisted frenzy of pleasure. Their bodies fit together perfectly. They were made for one another. Their movements were in sync, offering each other stimulation without the use of their hands.
Tommy ran his tongue down Angel’s neck and across one flawless pectoral muscle. He found Angel’s erect pink nipple and held it between his teeth while he teased it with his tongue. He licked his way down Angel’s torso, lapping up the sea’s residue on Angel’s spectacular abs. They were tiny mountains sprinkled across Angel’s belly, each a conquest for Tommy’s adventurous tongue.
He took Angel’s cock in his hand. The rich, salt water had nourished it, and it grew larger than before in both length and circumference. Tommy used his hand and his tongue to stroke it and was rewarded with a drop of tangy dew from its tip. Angel pulled his knees to his chest and tilted his pelvis upward for easy access to his perfectly-shaped ass. His legs raised the blanket, creating a tent above them. Tommy lowered his mouth and tasted the inside of Angel’s thigh. His tongue navigated down to the hot round hole that he hungered for. Angel’s body smoldered from within and the heat poured out, drenching Tommy’s tongue with fiery warmth that consumed his mouth.
Angel panted and moaned and his breath heated the space under the blanket like a furnace. “Stop,” Angel whispered “I can’t hold out much longer. You touch me and ignite my body on fire wi
th your teasing tongue and those succulent lips.”
“Sweet talk me all you want,” Tommy purred against Angel’s inner thigh. “I’m not done down here.” He returned his lips to Angel’s bottom and then teased it with his finger. He searched for the bottle of lube and found it in the folds of the sheets. He added a generous amount to his fingers and prodded Angel’s body. Only the tip of his finger passed the entrance. The inside of Angel’s body was an inferno. It was a sweltering tunnel of clenching muscle. Angel bucked and grunted as Tommy’s finger disappeared down to the knuckle. Angel lifted the blanket from his head to let in a gust of cool air and the salted breeze filtered into Tommy’s nostrils. He worked his finger into Angel’s bottom, searching and twisting until he found the hard knot that was about to send Angel into a spasm. Tommy put gentle pressure on it and circled it with his finger. Angel moaned and his body convulsed in tune to the movement of Tommy’s hand. He wanted to add another finger, but he didn’t think it would be a smooth entry and he didn’t want to hurt Angel. Plus, by the sounds and heavy breaths coming out of Angel, he couldn’t last much longer.
Angel grabbed a chunk of Tommy’s hair and tried to pull him up. “I can’t take any more. I need to make love to you.”
Tommy slipped his finger out, wiped it on the sheet and lay down next to Angel. He lifted the blanket so the brisk air allowed them to cool off, otherwise there was a good chance he would succumb to heat exhaustion under the cover that shielded their lovemaking.
Angel rolled toward Tommy and reclaimed his position on top. They became entangled in the linens and the blanket slipped from over their heads. Angel quickly pulled the blanket back in place. The last thing they needed was to get caught making love on the beach.
Angel’s lips brought the heat back to Tommy’s neck. He leaned his head to the side to give Angel’s mouth better access. Teeth grazed Tommy’s flesh. He waited for them to strike, holding his breath anticipating the sharp pain. He braced himself, but Angel’s thick tongue moved lower as it graced his body. It covered his chest and sucked on a nipple. Tommy’s nerve endings were alive and announced their presence with a tingle that danced around his lower half.
Angel’s lips and tongue tickled Tommy’s abs. He tightened his muscles and held his breath, but couldn’t control the small laugh that bubbled from his throat. Sharp teeth sunk into his belly and captured a chunk of his flesh. It took Tommy by surprise and his shoulders jumped off the sheet. Angel clamped down harder, squeezing the sensitive flesh and sucked it with gentle pressure. Tommy cried out from the pain, but it was mixed with a hot rush of adrenaline that made the blood rush to his head. Angel released his hold and examined his handy work with a satisfied smile. Tommy didn’t have to look to know that it was a beautiful mess of purple dots. It was a badge that he would wear with pride. Whenever he would look down at it, he would be reminded of this glorious day on the beach. When it faded, he would miss it.
Angel’s mouth was on the move again. His lips found Tommy’s inner thigh. It was another erogenous zone that morphed intense pleasure with laughter. Every muscle in Tommy’s body tensed and contracted as Angel’s tongue tickled tiny circles of bliss on the delicate flesh.
Tommy knew it was coming and expected it. He welcomed it, yearned for it. His cock twitched seconds before Angel’s teeth nipped at his inner thigh. Tommy’s legs trembled at the surge of sensations that followed. Angel was more careful with this love bite and he was gentle. Tommy didn’t want gentle; he wanted to feel the pain and pressure. “Harder,” he rasped.
Angel only exerted a small about of additional pressure and nursed the tender flesh between his teeth, making soft suckling sounds.
“Do it harder. I want to feel it.”
Angel bit down, sending a jolt up through Tommy’s groin. He gasped, but Angel released his hold before Tommy could cry out. His inner thigh throbbed, but the pain was soothed by a healing swipe of Angel’s tongue and a lingering kiss over the bruise.
Angel’s breath traveled up to Tommy’s mouth for a kiss. Angel no longer tasted of the savory salt water but of his distinct warm flavor.
Angel put two fingers in his mouth, rolled them around until they were wet, and then pulled them out with a slurp. He soaked them with lubrication and slipped them down between Tommy’s cheeks.
The first finger always made Tommy gasp. It was a welcomed invasion that produced a tiny bit of pain, followed by a rush of pleasure. Angel slid his finger in and out a few times before he gently inserted the second. Angel rolled them around, the same way he rolled them around in his mouth, until his fingers hit that sweet spot that drove Tommy crazy.
Once Angel hit that magic button, Tommy surrendered. He was powerless to do anything except experience the ecstasy that Angel bestowed upon him. A third finger joined its mates. They banded together and formed an alliance. Their attack was relentless, reaching a depth and pushing boundaries that were unprecedented.
Tommy let out a deep moan and allowed the wave of intense sensations to reverberate throughout his lower body.
Angel grabbed Tommy’s cock in his free hand and made a tight ring around its base with his index finger and thumb. It made the blood pool up to the head. Angel sucked the tip into his mouth and Tommy thought he might burst.
The tingling started, first in the tip of Tommy’s cock, then deep down into his butt. A tremor ran down his thigh and made his leg shake. His entire body began to tremble. Angel pushed his mouth down further and his fingers deeper inside. Everything felt so good.
Tommy’s orgasm started, but he controlled it. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to experience the euphoria before he climaxed. He panted heavily and concentrated on the sensations traveling through his body. He envisioned Angel going down on him and imagined Angel’s fingers deep inside his body, all without opening his eyes.
Tommy couldn’t hold out any longer. He let go. His arms and legs went limp and his body shuddered. He grabbed a chunk of Angel’s hair and pushed his pelvis up into Angel’s mouth and exploded.
Angel sucked him dry and then sat back on his heels. “You nasty man. You were supposed to wait for me.”
“Wait for you?” Tommy laughed. “How was I supposed to resist that mouth?”
“Enough talking. Turn over and give me that sweet ass.”
“No.” Tommy lifted his legs and placed them on Angel’s shoulders, careful not to disturb the blanket that covered them. “I want it like this.”
Angel leaned down and placed a hard, quick bite on Tommy’s belly. He jolted at the unexpected pain. It would be another mark, another trophy, to admire in a few hours.
He was already stretched wide enough to accept Angel. A few drops of lubrication were all that was needed in order for Angel to slide easily inside him. They both grunted at the swift connection of their bodies. Tommy barely relinquished his orgasm before a second round of stimulation rocked his bottom.
Angel pushed forward, arching Tommy’s back and lifting his pelvis so his bottom opened and allowed Angel to push himself all the way inside. Angel’s thrusts were quick and hard and it sent the sheet flapping.
Tommy hooked his ankles behind Angel’s neck and hung onto his arms. The sand on the sheet scratched at Tommy’s back and shoulders. It was going to be another raw abrasion, another souvenir that he could cherish for the next few days.
Angel’s breath was hot and rapid. It hit Tommy in the face like an oven. His head was spinning and he could barely breathe under the blanket that smothered him. He needed air. He didn’t care if anyone saw them. He was suffocating and lifted the edge of the blanket a few inches.
Angel grabbed Tommy’s hand, pushed it down into the sand and sealed the heat inside. His knees shook and he sent one more hard thrust of his hips before he fell, exhausted and out of breath, onto Tommy’s chest.
Chapter Nine
Tommy was still in the shower washing off the sand. Angel could be in and out in less than ten minutes, but Tommy languished under the downpour of the water
. He knew what took Tommy so long – his hair. The thought made Angel smile as he pictured Tommy sudsing his long blond locks.
A thick cloud of steam engulfed Angel as soon as he entered the bathroom. He waved it away, dropped his shorts and found the handle to the shower door.
Tommy’s eyes cut through the fog like bright blue gems. He took Angel’s hand and invited him inside the shower. “Did you decide you needed a good scrubbing?” He ran his hands up Angel’s chest, leaving a stream of soapy water. His touch sent a tremor down Angel’s body that ached for more physical contact, even though they just consumed each other’s body on the beach.
“Don’t tempt me with those talented fingers, Tommy Blade. We’ll never get out of this hotel room, and you know we only have a few hours left before we have to leave Hong Kong.”
“Then why are you in my shower teasing me with your naked body?”
Angel reached for the shampoo. “Because I want to wash your hair.”
Tommy eyes brightened with a sense of wonder. “Wash my hair? I never knew a punk rocker could be so sweet and dreamy.” He slid his hands around Angel’s waist and kissed him. “No one’s washed my hair for me since I was a kid.”
“I know it’s silly, but I’ve wanted to do it since we first met.” Angel poured a generous amount of shampoo into the palm of his hand and placed the bottle back in the shower niche. He bathed Tommy’s hair into a rich, fragrant lather. He manipulated the slippery strands between his fingers and inhaled the fragrant bouquet. He massaged Tommy’s scalp, starting at the base of his neck and let his fingertips travel around its crown. The lather made a creamy concoction of white foam amidst Tommy’s golden hair.
Tommy backed up to the spray of water and tilted his head back so the water could rinse the suds free. Angel stood in front of him and guided the water through his hair. Tommy gazed back at him with half-closed lids, filled with intense silent emotion.
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