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“Jesus, fuck, Angel—just get in the fucking car!”
Husk slows the car down—blaring horns behind him be damned—and levels Angel with a stern look through the window. Rain pelts down onto Angel as he storms along the sidewalk, clinging blonde strands to his forehead as mascara smudges beneath his eyes. His denim jacket is soaked through already, and god damn it, Husk fucking told him to wear something waterproof.
Still, even when shivering through his drenched clothing, Angel manages to keep the fire ablaze in his eyes.
“No,” Angel seethes. He crosses his arms over his chest—out of stubbornness or an attempt to keep warm, it isn’t clear—and speeds up his pace. “I ain’t going nowhere with you.”
“You’re gonna catch a goddamn cold.” With how little Angel’s wearing, his minidress soaked through and his thighs already red and splotchy from the chill in the air, Husk wouldn’t be surprised if he got fucking pneumonia at this rate. “Let me take you home, at least. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous?”
Angel stops dead in his tracks—Husk brakes at the same time, nearly causing the bastard behind to rear-end him. He pointedly ignores the slew of obscenities hurled out the window to him as the asshole drives past, his focus purely on the overdramatic blonde that stole his heart from day one.
“I’ll tell you what’s fuckin’ ridiculous.” Angel steps forward, heels splashing through a forming puddle. He points a manicured finger at Husk, painted lips curled into a snarl. “You flirting with that fucking bitch at the bar!”
Husk gives an exasperated groan, palms smacking the steering wheel. “For the tenth damn time, I wasn’t flirting!”
“Don’t bullshit me, motherfucker. I know what flirting looks like.”
Angel reaches through the window and grasps Husk’s tie, tugging harshly. Husk leans forward with wide eyes as Angel bats his own, shifting from livid to sultry in seconds.
“Oh, you sure are good at magic tricks, baby. I’d love to see what else those hands can do,” Angel mimics, lilting his voice.
“It ain’t my fault she said that!” Husk argues.
“No, but you loved it, didn’t you?” Angel shoves Husk back into his seat, gesticulating erratically with his hands. “Flashing your fuckin’ cards at her, asking if she wants to see another trick. And don’t think I didn’t catch the way you kept looking at her!”
“Jesus Christ—I was watching her to make sure she didn’t catch onto the trick!”
“You telling me you don’t find her attractive?” Angel challenges. “Those long legs. That slim waist, all that soft blonde hair—”
“Baby, you’re basically describing yourself—”
“So you do find her attractive!”
“Fucking Hell— no!”
Angel laughs bitterly, as if he’s already won whatever fucked up game they’re playing here. He gives Husk a once over, eyes roaming his body slowly, before his gaze snaps back up to Husk’s.
“Fuck this,” Angel bites out. “I’m done.”
And with that, Angel’s off again, middle finger held proudly in the air as he takes long strides down the sidewalk. Husk makes several frustrated huffs, fumbling with his stupid fucking seatbelt, before he climbs out the car to chase after him.
Within seconds, Husk’s soaked through by the rain, dreadlocks heavy and damp against his forehead. Large droplets drip along his neck and beneath his collar, clinging his thin cotton shirt to his broad torso. So maybe he’s a hypocrite for not wearing something waterproof too; fucking sue him.
“Sweetheart, slow down a minute—”
“Fuck you!” Angel snaps back. Being the brat he is, he utilises those damn long legs and picks his pace up even more. “Go home, old man. You ain’t catching up with me.”
Husk does his best to keep up. He’s damn near running in comparison to Angel’s brisk walk, but years of chain smoking, guzzling booze and devouring Angel’s cooking makes it fucking impossible to catch him. In a few short minutes, Husk finds himself hunched over, chest heaving for gulps of oxygen.
A quick glance up and, of course, Angel hasn’t stopped. He’s halfway down the street already—doesn’t even look back once to see if Husk is alright.
Fuck this.
Despite his burning lungs, Husk jogs back to the car, muttering a slew of frustrations beneath his breath. He clambers in and starts the engine—takes a couple of goes, of course; Husk ain’t made of money—before speeding off down the road after Angel.
“I ain’t doing this all night with you,” Husk shouts out the window when he finally catches up with Angel.
“So don’t,” Angel bites back. “No one fuckin’ asked you to run after me. Go back to the bar and get your dick wet instead.”
Slippery thing he is, Angel takes a sharp turn down an alleyway. Husk bites out an irritated grunt and locks the wheel, tires screeching at the sudden turn, before driving after him. The enclosed brick walls threaten to scrape off the black paintwork on his car, but he hardly fucking cares; damn car ain’t worth a thing in comparison to Angel.
Seems like something is on Husk’s side tonight, because the alleyway thankfully comes to a dead end. Angel stares at the wall before him for a few moments before slowly turning to look back at Husk. The headlights illuminate his pale skin, creating a halo around his bleached hair that causes him to look like… well, like an angel.
Christ. Husk’s really gone on this one, ain’t he?
Husk hauls himself out of the car for the second damn time, eyes fixed on Angel as he steps forward. Angel stands his ground, hands balled into fists at his sides.
“Get in the car, Angel. Now.” There’s a stern edge to Husk’s tone—one he rarely uses, except for the few times Angel’s convinced him to in the bedroom. He doesn’t miss the way Angel squeezes his thighs together.
Still, Angel doesn’t back down. He takes two long strides forwards, teeth bared slightly. “You can’t make me do shit. I’m walkin’ home, and that’s fucking final.”
Angel bumps his shoulder against Husk’s as he pushes past him. There’s a split second where Husk considers his options here. He could let Angel go, sure; most men probably would with how stubborn he’s being. But they live at least three miles from here. It’s pitch black out, fucking pouring it down with rain, and Angel’s already shaking with how cold it is.
Yeah. Like fuck is Husk gonna let him walk home.
Husk whips around and grabs hold of Angel’s waist. He tries to do so as gently as possible, though that’s difficult with how erratically Angel struggles against him.
“What the fuck are you—put me down!”
Angel thuds his fists against Husk’s back over and over again as Husk hauls him onto his shoulder. They’re direct blows to his already perpetually aching spine, but Husk takes it on the chin; he has to in order to keep Angel safe.
One handed, Husk pulls open the car door and grapples with Angel to get him onto the backseats. The moment Husk gets him settled down, Angel kicks his legs out, heels catching on the cotton of his shirt.
“Fuckin’ asshole!” Angel shouts. “Let me go!”
“Calm down for a minute— fuck, just get a damn seatbelt on—”
Husk catches one of Angel’s wrists as Angel tries to push him out of the way. He’s barely winning against the struggle, his other hand gripping onto the headrest in an attempt to remain upright.
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you! You cheating bastard—”
“I’d never fucking—”
Husk’s words cut off the moment a palm collides with his face. The sting radiates across his cheek, a stark contrast to the chill in his skin from the rain. Angel looks just as shocked, eyes wide as he stares at Husk. It isn’t the slap that cuts through Husk, though; it’s Angel’s words, spoken so quietly he almost misses it within the sound of rainfall.
“I know you’re gonna leave me.”
It’s then that Husk realises Angel’s crying. The mascara smeared around his eyes, the heavy droplets clinging to his lashes—that isn’t from the rain. His lower lip quivers around a small sob, brows knitting together as he heaves in a shaky breath.
“Everyone always fuckin’ leaves me,” Angel whispers.
Husk’s heart shatters. They’ve been together for years now, worked through over a decade of trauma Angel was left with after his previous relationship, and still that doubt lingers for Angel. The pain Val put Angel through is always evident during times like this—it’s reflected in the way Angel resorts to shouting and violence, in the way he flinches if Husk so much as raises his voice back. Husk knows Angel is hurting, and Christ, why didn’t he see this for what it is sooner?
“Baby, I ain’t gonna leave you,” Husk murmurs.
“No.” Angel shakes his head. He squeezes his eyes tight, tears now rolling freely down his cheeks. “Don’t give me all that sweet talk. I ain’t stupid.”
“Angel, listen to me—” Husk cups Angel’s face in his palms. He presses a kiss to Angel’s temple, another on his damp cheekbone. “I don’t want no one else, alright? You’re all I want. You’re enough.”
Angel slowly opens his eyes again. It’s a relief to see the fire there has died down, but it’s been replaced with something more forlorn. Husk gives a weak smile, thumbs brushing across Angel’s cheeks.
“I love you,” he whispers.
There’s a beat of silence between them, just heavy breaths and the patter of rain filling the quiet. Husk wets his lower lip and Angel’s eyes drop to watch the movement. So quickly Husk barely registers it, Angel yanks Husk down and collides their mouths together.
It’s all teeth and tongues. A salty mixture of tears and raindrops slides over Husk’s taste buds as Angel explores his mouth fervently, arms looping around his shoulders and tugging him closer. Husk’s half out the door and half on the carseats, barely keeping himself from crushing Angel with his hand resting by his head. Angel breaks the kiss for a few seconds, hands working fast to begin tearing the drenched shirt from Husk’s torso.
“Baby, what are you—”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Angel gasps.
He gets halfway through unbuttoning Husk’s shirt, leaving it open and hanging on Husk’s shoulders, before he shrugs his own denim jacket off and onto the floor. Husk can only follow along, bewildered, as Angel respositions them. Angel sits Husk back against the seat and straddles his lap, hands gripping onto the headrest behind him.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s a great idea,” Husk protests, though it’s difficult to give much fight to it when Angel begins kissing his way along Husk’s neck. He’s only a man after all, and he can’t help the way blood flows south as Angel drags his teeth over the shell of his ear.
“You love me, yeah? I’m all you want?” Angel pants. He rocks his hips against Husk’s, slow and deliberate. “So fuckin’ show me.”
They’ve known each other for years now; of course Angel knows Husk won’t back down to a challenge.
Husk growls low in his throat as he catches Angel’s lips in another fervent kiss. He swallows down the pleased moan Angel gives, his hands resting on Angel’s waist as he guides him into a filthy grind. Always the addict—especially for Angel—it takes moments for his body to respond, cock growing from half-hard to goddamn aching within the tight constraints of his suit trousers.
Thankfully, it seems Angel’s just as desperate, if not moreso than Husk is. Angel breaks the kiss for a second, enough to get his hands between them and unbuckle Husk’s trousers. With deft hands, Angel pulls Husk’s swollen cock from his pants while Husk pushes Angel’s dress up his thighs. They’ve done this song and dance before; Husk tugs Angel’s panties to the side as Angel positions himself, and in one fluid movement, Angel sinks himself down to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Husk grits out, his head falling back with a soft thud.
Angel tightens around him, smooth, molten heat in contrast to the chilled air that surrounds them. His nails scratch along Husk’s chest, sinking sharply into his pecs as he grinds down.
“Want you to fuck me hard,” Angel pants out. He tangles his fingers into Husk’s hair and tugs sharply, forcing Husk to look back at him. “Show me how much you want me.”
Hands gripping hard against Angel’s waist, Husk does just that. He fucks his hips up into Angel, creating an obscene slapping noise that fills the air as Angel bounces down onto his cock. There’s no real technique—just writhing bodies desperate to be connected over and over again, open mouths pressed against each other and panting hot, breathless moans. The car steams up with it, condensation dripping down the windows no different to the drip of sweat and rain that glides along their skin. It’s quick and dirty, and Husk knows it’s exactly what Angel needs when he gets like this.
“Touch me,” Angel pants against Husk’s lips. He grabs Husk’s wrist and tugs his hand towards his cunt. “Fuck—please, I wanna cum.”
Husk slides his hand beneath Angel’s lace panties, thumb brushing over his already swollen clit. Angel squeezes around him in response, a stuttered moan falling from his lips. Husk sets up a fervid rhythm, pinching and rolling Angel’s clit between his fingertips as Angel grinds hard down onto his cock, taking every inch of pleasure for his own.
“Fuck—Husk, baby, just like that,” Angel gasps. He throws his head back and arches his spine, nails sinking into the thick muscle of Husk’s shoulders. “I’m—oh fuck, I’m cumming. Fuck—don’t stop, I’m—”
Angel sobs out a wrecked moan as he cums. His walls tighten and pulse around Husk’s cock, body jerking through the intensity of his climax. Husk has no option but to clench his jaw around a ragged groan, a desperate attempt to hold himself back from finishing there and then.
Instead, Husk lets Angel ride it out. He says still as Angel rocks his hips against him, panting soft gasps against his ear until his body goes boneless in his arms. Husk strokes his fingers through Angel’s hair, along his spine, and presses a gentle kiss to his temple.
“Feel better now?” Husk murmurs.
“Mm,” Angel hums softly. He nuzzles his face against Husk’s neck. “Y’didn’t cum.”
“Yeah. Not yet.”
Husk taps Angel’s thigh before carefully lifting Angel from his lap. Angel follows along, sluggish and dazed in the afterglow. Husk lays him onto the backseat and kisses just beneath his jaw.
“You want more, sweetheart?” Husk drags his lips down to Angel’s collarbone, nipping a small mark there. “I ain’t done showing you how much I want you yet.”
Angel blinks down at Husk, a deep flush forming on his cheeks. The smile he gives is soft and content, warms Husk’s heart to see it, as he brushes his fingertips along Husk’s stubble. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, big guy.”
Husk’s lips quirk at that. He works his way down Angel’s torso, kissing over damp fabric and skin, before settling between Angel’s thighs. It’s cramped in the small space of the car, but Husk manages to slide Angel’s panties off and rest his legs over his shoulders. He flicks his eyes up, meeting Angel’s heated gaze.
“I love you,” Husk murmurs. He accentuates his point with a kiss to Angel’s inner thigh, earning a soft gasp. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you at that sleazy bar.”
“You worked in that sleazy bar—” Angel ends on a small moan as Husk presses another kiss to the top of his vulva.
“I love you more and more every fucking day.” Husk drags his lips along Angel’s labia, eyes still burning into Angel’s. “Even when you act like a goddamn brat, I fucking adore you. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”
Angel opens his mouth, likely to say something in protest, but all that falls out is a needy moan as Husk wraps his lips around his swollen clit and sucks.
Husk doesn’t rush this part. He knows Angel likes the second orgasm to be slow, tender, and he shows that knowledge in the languid way he moves his tongue. He draws smooth patterns, circling Angel’s clit deliberately between every steady suck. He kisses over Angel’s cunt, scratches his stubble along his inner thighs in the way he knows Angel loves. He works Angel to the edge, right until Angel’s legs tremble around his shoulders, before finally pulling back.
“Husk—”
“Do you believe me?” Husk asks. He kisses over Angel’s clit, revelling in the way it throbs against his lips. “You get how much I want you now? How much you mean to me?”
“Baby, please,” Angel whispers. He grips onto Husk’s hair with shaking fingers, eyes pleading.
“I’m never gonna leave you, Angel.” Husk’s tone is all seriousness, gaze fixed on Angel’s. “I wouldn’t hurt you like that, sweetheart. I ain’t him.”
Angel’s throat bobs. Eyebrows drawn together, he gives a small nod. “I know,” he murmurs. “I know you ain’t. Wouldn’t love you this much if you were.”
“Good,” Husk murmurs before dipping his head back down.
Husk flattens his tongue against Angel’s clit and carefully circles, over and over, beneath the hood. Angel gasps out, thighs squeezing either side of Husk’s head as he sinks two fingers inside Angel. He curls and drags, massaging against the exact spot that has Angel writhing every time, and hums lowly against Angel’s clit.
For the second time, Angel cums. His body trembles against Husk’s, gasping breaths falling from his lips as he rides it out. Husk works him through it with precision—speeds up and slows down his tongue in a repetitive rhythm to draw out every pulsing spasm. He doesn’t stop until Angel pushes against his forehead, a stuttered “too much” pulled from Angel’s chest.
Husk rests his cheek against Angel’s inner thigh, a pleased smile on his lips as Angel relaxes back against the seats. This is always his favourite version of Angel: too blissed out to worry about how anyone else perceives him.
“Feelin’ alright, baby?” Husk rasps.
“Y’still didn’t cum,” Angel says to the roof of the car.
Husk chuckles lowly. “I ain’t worried about that, sweetheart.”
“Well I am,” Angel protests. He props himself up onto his elbows and frowns down at Husk. “Wanna return the favour. Show you I’m sorry. Show you how much I love you too.”
Husk lets out a soft sigh. He shifts until he’s above Angel, gently cupping Angel’s jaw with his hand.
“How ‘bout we do it the normal way and you just tell me instead?” Husk says.
A beat of silence. Angel gives a regretful look before exhaling slowly.
“I’m sorry,” Angel murmurs. “I… I got scared. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“Y’didn’t hurt me, baby.” Husk presses a gentle kiss to Angel’s forehead. “I know you were scared. But it’s me, yeah? I ain’t ever gonna hurt you like that.”
“I know.” Tears well up in Angel’s eyes—Husk catches sight of them just before Angel tugs him into a tight hug, burying his face in Husk’s chest. “Fuck, I know that. I love you so damn much it scares me. I just forget you feel the same way sometimes.”
“Well, I’ll keep on reminding you.” Husk pulls back enough to meet Angel’s gaze. “Just maybe let me remind you when we’re home next time, yeah? Can’t go adding public indecency to our long lists of criminal records.”
Angel laughs at that, bright and warm, and fuck is it relieving to hear. “That why you won’t let me get you off? Scared of getting caught?”
“No, sweetheart. I’m just waiting until we get home so I can fuck you properly,” Husk says. “Car sex ain’t made for guys my size.”
Angel grins before running his fingertips over the soft pudge of Husk’s stomach. “So hurry up and get the engine started, big guy. I’m showing you just how much y’mean to me the second we get home.”
“Sure thing, baby.” Husk presses a kiss to Angel’s lips, feeling his smile there. “Anything you want.”