Blue Moon: Too Good to Be True by A. E. Via

Christ, Angel, I don’t know what the fuck to say, I am so sor—”
    “You look gorgeous tonight, Maximus,” Angel smoothly interrupted.
    Max looked down at his dark denim jeans and felt significantly underdressed compared to the company he was in. Max’s white and green collared polo shirt was not half as classy as Angel’s silk, dressy one.
    Oh my God . Angel was looking at him with so much heat and lust in his eyes that Max had to look away. He felt strong narrow fingers grip his chin gently and turn his face back to look into his eyes.
    “Why did you come here tonight, Maximus?” Angel rolled the sentence off his tongue lustfully.
    “I don’t know why,” Max whispered.
    Max stood abruptly and walked over to the side railing facing the ocean.
    He wasn’t comfortable with the way Angel was looking into him…not at him. It was dark out and he couldn’t see the water, but he could hear the waves crashing to the shore. He felt Angel come up behind him…very close behind him. Max had to admit that he loved that they were the same height.
    He felt muscled arms come around his middle very slowly and rest in front of him. “Is this all right?” Angel whispered close to his ear.
    “Angel, I’m scared at how right this feels.” He leaned back into the comfort of the embrace.
     
    “Don’t be scared of this darlin’,” Angel spoke soothingly while tightening his hold. He leaned in and rested the side of his face against Max’s hair. The hair on top was slightly longer than the hair on the sides. Max didn’t have to do much for styling—his hair just did its own thing beautifully.
    Max didn’t know if he was smiling because the embrace felt so good or because Angel had just called him darlin’.
    “You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen,” he said, whispering against the side of Max’s face.
    “Angel,” he moaned.
    “Mmmm, baby. You sound so sexy saying my name like that.” Angel’s voice sounded on the edge of raw desire. He could feel Angel fighting the urge to behave himself and not go too fast on him. However, the bulge he felt pressed against his ass was unmistakable. It was foreign, and it was sexy.
    It was strange to Max, but also exhilarating. What the fuck am I doing? Fuck!
     
    Then Angel felt it. Max pushed his ass back a little. Oh fuck! Shit, shit, shit, stay calm, don’t thrust, you don’t want to scare him off. Just let him experiment with the sensations, he’l see this is where he belongs.
    Angel’s breath quickened when he felt Max reach his arms back to grab Angel’s hip to encourage him to move. So he did. They rocked torturously slow together for a while, almost like slow dancing, before Max began to turn in his arms to face him.
    “I don’t know what I’m doing, Angel,” Max confessed.
    The uncertainty Angel heard in his man’s voice caused his heart to flutter. He wanted to scoop him up in his arms and take him to his home, lie him in his king-size bed, and show him exactly what they were supposed to do.
    Angel used the back of his hand to stroke that gorgeous, lightly tanned face. Being this close to Max he could see every small, insignificant knick and scratch in the otherwise perfect face. Max didn’t have any hard scarring that was overly visible, but he looked like he’d lived a hard life at some point. It
    spoke to Angel even more, that this man was not a pansy-assed boy looking to be taken care of for the rest of his life. Or a showpiece to go on someone’s arm. No, Max was a man that could be Angel’s equal, a man that would see Angel for who he truly was, a man Angel could grow to love dearly.
    “Come to me tonight, Maximus. To my home. Let me make you mine…please baby…come to me?” Angel placed soft kisses on Max’s neck and jaw. He smelled so goddamn good. “Please, Max.” He found himself pleading with Max again. I don’t fucking care…I’l beg him until he says yes. God, please let him say yes. Angel rubbed his hands up and down