Author's Note: So this isn't as racy as I had planned, which, I think, is a
good thing. It's not too long, but I hope y'all enjoy it. and yes, I will
be updating more frequently for the next 2 weeks or so, I'm thinking maybe
every couple of days, so check back often ( and thanks for the reviews
guys, I love ya!
Chapter 23: Red Heat
After hours of mingling, chatting, and laughing with the guests, Will and Angel were finally left alone in the deserted club. The floor was littered with confetti and ripped streamers where there were once throngs of people dancing wildly to the music. Angel and Will looked around the club, in awe of its silence and emptiness, watching the spinning of the giant silver disco ball above their heads.
"Mr. Dumott," Angel said, holding tightly onto his lover's hand, "What do you say we, you know, continue this party elsewhere?"
"Miz Dumott," Will replied, laughing, "I was thinking exactly the same thing. To the apartment?"
"To the apartment!" Angel agreed, as he and Will got up and began to walk home.
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"They're gone," Queenie said to Fred, as they both came out from backstage to begin the massive clean up they had ahead of them.
"It was a beautiful ceremony, and your speech was amazing, baby," he said to her, holding onto her shoulders tightly.
"I'm still. I'm still nervous about them. God, I don't even know what it is, but I get this sinking feeling in my stomach every time I think about that boy and my Angel together," she admitted, glancing around the club with an anxious look on her face.
"You really need to learn to trust Angel better. I know you love him, and you're protective over him. So am I. But you need to realize that, like it or not, he can't live under our shelter forever. He's growing up," Fred said, trying to cheer her up.
"He's only nineteen. I can't even picture myself thinking about marriage when I was nineteen. I just can't help the feeling that something is really bad is going to happen, like Will's going to. God," she laughed nervously and leaned against Fred, "I don't even know. I'm just being paranoid."
"Yes, you are just being paranoid!" he teased her, "He seems like a decent kid. Just let it go, everything will be fine. If Angel has any problems at all, you know he's gonna come to us."
"That I know for sure," she stated, matter-of-factly.
A shrill beep broke the silence in the air. Sighing and looking down at his belt, Fred turned his beeper off and reached into the inside pocket of his suit, pulling out a large white pill. "AZT break," he said softly.
Smiling sadly, Queenie leaned closer against him. "Speaking of AZT, they both got tested, didn't they?"
"Yeah, Angel didn't tell you?" he asked, puzzled as the pill slipped down his throat.
"He told me they were both getting tested, but he didn't say what the results were."
"Negative. Both of them. It's a miracle that Angel's negative, after what he did the first few months he was here," he paused to reset his beeper to alert him the next time he needed to take the life-saving pills. "He's really lucky."
"He is," Queenie replied.
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The apartment was dark and still when they arrived. As Will picked Angel up to carry him through the doorway, as all newlyweds did, he flicked on the lights and ran to their bedroom, plopping his lover onto the bed.
"I love you, Angel," he said, staring deep into the amber eyes of his love.
"I love you too, Will."
He smiled and began to take off his jacket. Angel sat and watched as he slowly unbuttoned it, then saw the heavy black fabric fall to the floor. Next came the tie that he ripped off quickly, and then he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his strong stomach muscles and smooth, hairless chest. Angel giggled at the mini strip show that was going on.
Smiling slyly, Will looked at Angel and raised an eyebrow, hinting that it was his turn to relieve himself of the heavy wedding dress. Slowly, Angel began to undo the clasp at the nape of neck, letting the expensive dress fall to the floor in a white heap, revealing his thin body, entirely nude except for a glitzy, iridescent sequined thong. Will whistled when he saw what Angel had on under the dress.
Gazing passionately into each other's eyes, the two lovers, clad only in their undergarments, grasped onto each other as Angel fell onto the bed with Will on top of him. Their lips met, and the full effect of their vows hit them both: This would be the only person they would ever make love with again. The same passionate, lustful sparks that ignited each and every time they shared a kiss, flew around them.
Grabbing aggressively at each other, the intensity increased as did their desire for one another. Passionate red heat developed within the bed, as their sweaty bodies clung to one another, yearning to satisfy their sexual hunger.
Will, caressing Angel's body, craving contact with the creamy caramel skin against his own, began the act of true love making.
"Baby," Angel breathed, "Don't stop."
Just like the waves crashing on the shore, their two souls became one, erupting into a stream of all emotions that the past year had created. This night was the beginning of a life of passionate heat between the two lovers, and the start of something new, something unexpected.
Chapter 23: Red Heat
After hours of mingling, chatting, and laughing with the guests, Will and Angel were finally left alone in the deserted club. The floor was littered with confetti and ripped streamers where there were once throngs of people dancing wildly to the music. Angel and Will looked around the club, in awe of its silence and emptiness, watching the spinning of the giant silver disco ball above their heads.
"Mr. Dumott," Angel said, holding tightly onto his lover's hand, "What do you say we, you know, continue this party elsewhere?"
"Miz Dumott," Will replied, laughing, "I was thinking exactly the same thing. To the apartment?"
"To the apartment!" Angel agreed, as he and Will got up and began to walk home.
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"They're gone," Queenie said to Fred, as they both came out from backstage to begin the massive clean up they had ahead of them.
"It was a beautiful ceremony, and your speech was amazing, baby," he said to her, holding onto her shoulders tightly.
"I'm still. I'm still nervous about them. God, I don't even know what it is, but I get this sinking feeling in my stomach every time I think about that boy and my Angel together," she admitted, glancing around the club with an anxious look on her face.
"You really need to learn to trust Angel better. I know you love him, and you're protective over him. So am I. But you need to realize that, like it or not, he can't live under our shelter forever. He's growing up," Fred said, trying to cheer her up.
"He's only nineteen. I can't even picture myself thinking about marriage when I was nineteen. I just can't help the feeling that something is really bad is going to happen, like Will's going to. God," she laughed nervously and leaned against Fred, "I don't even know. I'm just being paranoid."
"Yes, you are just being paranoid!" he teased her, "He seems like a decent kid. Just let it go, everything will be fine. If Angel has any problems at all, you know he's gonna come to us."
"That I know for sure," she stated, matter-of-factly.
A shrill beep broke the silence in the air. Sighing and looking down at his belt, Fred turned his beeper off and reached into the inside pocket of his suit, pulling out a large white pill. "AZT break," he said softly.
Smiling sadly, Queenie leaned closer against him. "Speaking of AZT, they both got tested, didn't they?"
"Yeah, Angel didn't tell you?" he asked, puzzled as the pill slipped down his throat.
"He told me they were both getting tested, but he didn't say what the results were."
"Negative. Both of them. It's a miracle that Angel's negative, after what he did the first few months he was here," he paused to reset his beeper to alert him the next time he needed to take the life-saving pills. "He's really lucky."
"He is," Queenie replied.
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The apartment was dark and still when they arrived. As Will picked Angel up to carry him through the doorway, as all newlyweds did, he flicked on the lights and ran to their bedroom, plopping his lover onto the bed.
"I love you, Angel," he said, staring deep into the amber eyes of his love.
"I love you too, Will."
He smiled and began to take off his jacket. Angel sat and watched as he slowly unbuttoned it, then saw the heavy black fabric fall to the floor. Next came the tie that he ripped off quickly, and then he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his strong stomach muscles and smooth, hairless chest. Angel giggled at the mini strip show that was going on.
Smiling slyly, Will looked at Angel and raised an eyebrow, hinting that it was his turn to relieve himself of the heavy wedding dress. Slowly, Angel began to undo the clasp at the nape of neck, letting the expensive dress fall to the floor in a white heap, revealing his thin body, entirely nude except for a glitzy, iridescent sequined thong. Will whistled when he saw what Angel had on under the dress.
Gazing passionately into each other's eyes, the two lovers, clad only in their undergarments, grasped onto each other as Angel fell onto the bed with Will on top of him. Their lips met, and the full effect of their vows hit them both: This would be the only person they would ever make love with again. The same passionate, lustful sparks that ignited each and every time they shared a kiss, flew around them.
Grabbing aggressively at each other, the intensity increased as did their desire for one another. Passionate red heat developed within the bed, as their sweaty bodies clung to one another, yearning to satisfy their sexual hunger.
Will, caressing Angel's body, craving contact with the creamy caramel skin against his own, began the act of true love making.
"Baby," Angel breathed, "Don't stop."
Just like the waves crashing on the shore, their two souls became one, erupting into a stream of all emotions that the past year had created. This night was the beginning of a life of passionate heat between the two lovers, and the start of something new, something unexpected.