He jumps when the man speaks but holy gods. The man is totally delicious. He cannot help the way the man gets him hard as a rock. And speaking of this rock, he knows he doesn’t belong here. The big apple is not for men like Armand. Not him. And not his men. But he figures they might as well have their fair share of fun while they can.
“You could say that,” Armand replies.
“I know. The place stinks like ass, filth, and degradation,” the man adds.
“But I don’t get much of an option. I work there.”
At that moment, Armand starts coughing as though he has been choking on something. And he was. A piece of gum he was given by Clyde before they headed into the club.
Not that it matters much.
“Sorry to hear that.”
“I’m not,” the guy says and holds out his hand. “Damien.”
“Armand,” he replies and shakes the hand. Once he lets go, his body almost misses touching Damien.
“What is a bite of stud like you doing out here so last, huh?” Damien asks, flashing a smile. Canines. Is he a were?
The idea of it plays with his mind and soon almost consumes the attention span he has. No. he cannot do it. Cannot handle it at this point. The last thing he needs is a relationship and to another being that is not like himself.
Fuck he hates this. Hates how things can get. But he knows it is how it is. Nothing ever changes.
“Just hanging out with my crew. Thinking about leaving the big apple.”
“Can I see you one more time before you go?” Damien asks.
A few days later, Nettie heads to the little bar made of bamboo walls and strong wood structure and parks her ass on the first stool she sees.
“What can I get you sweetheart?” a strong male voice asks. She looks up to find a familiar pair of eyes looking at her. Of course it’s fallen angel boy.
Clyde has a knack for showing up at the next to worst of times but she is slowly learning to deal with it.
“A sweet tea would be nice,” she says.
“Long island coming right up,” he says and walks off. He is wearing a pair of tight leather pants that hug his ass. The same ass she has bounced a quarter off of only to have it land back in her hand. God he has a nice one. Her mind travels to holding onto it while he thrusts into her. Giving her that much pleasure and then some. She wants it at that moment. Wants to drag him into the back and give him what she desires so much but at this point, she figures it is best to just leave things be.
Once he returns, she is about to ask him a question but he holds a finger to his lips. Going quiet at that moment, she watches as he heads over to a couple in the corner and whips out two guns.
He points one to each of their heads. “Hands up, stand up, and don’t try anything funny. Not unless you wanna suffer blood loss.”
“What did we do?” one asks.
She is shocked at how he is being. How ballsy he is being. It kinda turns her on. Gets her folds a soaking if you get her drift.
“You are in violation of your location. You have five seconds to either vacate the premises and get back to where you belong or I will be forced to get violent on your asses,” he says.
She shivers as she watches the people fade into dark dust and disappear. He heads back to her.
“Now where were we?”
…is surprised when their lips actually connect. The kisses are sensual, sexy, and hot. He is surprised when things get hotter and hotter. Before long, Hank is straddling his lap, kissing him deeper. Hotter. Tasting every part of him.
God he loves this. Has never tasted a man like he is tasting Hank but to hell with that. He wants it all.
“Do you want me to stop?” hank asks.
God only knows he wants to say no keep going but he has to throw up walls and boundaries.
“I think we should stop. I don’t want things to go too fast and for us to end up regretting it later on.”
“That’s very wise and noble of you,” Hank replies and climbs back into his chair.
“Thanks. I just think we should spend some time together.”
He doesn’t wanna mention he doesn’t have much longer to live before he is gonna pass on. That’s the unfortunate truth of being a koala shifter. Another year or so and he is gone.
Before too long he will be gone. While that is depressing, it is his calling card to get to enjoying life. To change things out. And he knows that more than anything.
For the rest of the afternoon, they sit back sipping at beers and once those are gone, they jump to sodas. Just another Sunday for them.
The next day, Cordell heads to work and talks to the customers as he rings up their stuff. Time waits for no one. And at the end of his shift, he heads out to see Hank leaning on his car.
“Can I help you?” he asks Hank.
“Yes. I owe you an apology,” Hank replies.
“Nope. Don’t apologize. We were seizing the moment. And now…now I owe you a date and a dinner.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” Hank says.
“Then I guess we aren’t a couple yet.”
He watches Hank’s eyes get huge in shock. “Are you saying what I think you are saying?”
“That we are a couple. Hell to the yeah.”
A tear slides down Hank’s cheek.