Chapter 13

(Angel)

Heatin' Up Those Buns

"Hey Papi?" Angel asked as he plopped his wet and dripping self right down in Dion's lap. "Do you think it's dark enough now to swim without my shorts?"

"Still dying to strip down for me?" Dion asked as he slid his fingers through Angel's wet curls and gripped them enough to tilt Angel's head where he wanted it, at the perfect angle to nip the side of Angel's neck.

"You cheated me out of it last night," Angel scolded.

"And how did I do that?"

"You kept losing your clothes to me."

Dion laughed at that, then heaved him off his lap, right over the edge of the dock and back in the water again. Angel came up sputtering and intending to send the biggest wave he could manage right into Dion's face, only he'd barely broken the surface when he saw a shadow descending from above and Papi splashed down into the water right beside him. Between the water in his eyes and the little bit that went up his nose, Angel needed a moment to try and sort himself out and that's when he felt the tug on his swim trunks that pulled them around his knees. Another tug and a mouthful of water when he went under unexpectedly and Angel bobbed up naked to see Dion fling them up on the dock, his own following moments later.

"There," Dion said. "Now we're skinny dipping."

Laughing, Angel's response was to do what he'd intended after he'd been tossed unceremoniously into the lake which was splash Dion with everything he had in him, kickstarting the splash war to end all splash wars as they flung and kicked water until they were exhausted and floating, water lapping along their sides as they stared up at the stars. Angel fluttered his feet in a lazy rhythm, barely needing to do much to keep his head above the surface as the back of Dion's hand grazed his. For a moment they drifted, gently carried by the current, but when the motion started to push them away from one another, Dion reached out and grasped his hand.

"The one thing I hate about living in the heart of the city is how the lights drown out the stars," Dion murmured.

"When you say things like that, you remind me of Ajay, only his words wind up in songs," Angel said. "Makes me wonder if you've ever written poetry."

"Not since it was required for a unit in school."

"That's a shame, I'd love to hear you read something at open mic night, or better still, read to me as I'm falling sleep," Angel remarked. "Your lips pressed the shell of my ear, your breath tickling the side of my neck…"

"My hands stroking your cock to the cadence of my words…"

Shivering, Angel forgot to kick his feet or keep his core tight. His butt sunk first, then his head slipped under, and he popped up sputtering while Dion chuckled at him, so of course he splashed more water Papi's way. The next thing he knew he was being tugged under, but when he popped up, he couldn't see Dion and suspected the sneaky many was behind him, just waiting for Angel to turn right into a tidal wave. It was no surprise when it came, followed by a second wave and a third, all over his back and shoulders, until he was hunched over as the deluge fell around him, giving him no chance to retaliate.

Hands closed in around his hips, then skimmed up his ribs, tickling until he was squirming around, thrashing water everywhere in his haste to get away. Up into the air he went again, and back down he came several feet away. It was like playing in the city pool as a kid, being tossed around by the neighbor boys before their family had upped and moved away. There hadn't been anyone to pal around with after that, most of the other folks in the neighborhood were older. Their kids having grown up in the same era as Angel's father did. A few had returned with kids younger than Angel, but most just popped in and out on the holidays, waving to his Nana when she sat on her stoop to smoke her Cheroots.

"One a day is all I allow myself and one a day is what I'll have," she used to say. "A lady has to have one vice, even a Christian lady. Don't trust nobody who tries to tell you they don't have one, either. They all do, whether they'd like to admit to it or not. Honest ones will tell you and be proud of it, thems the people you want to associate with, not the ones who won't tell you a lick of truth about themselves while prying all your secrets out of you."

Wise words, from a wise lady he wished he'd had more time with. She'd have loved his makeshift family, and the man who'd brought him out here and treated him to something so special.

This time, when arms locked around him, he wasn't propelled anywhere, but he did find that he could touch the bottom, even if that meant he was standing up to his chin in water. Papi nibbled on his neck and kissed across his shoulders, one hand pinching a nipple, the other sliding down to cup his dick.

A rough murmur in his ear, a hint of stubble dragging against skin, making him shiver almost as much as the cool wind that blew over the water. "Is this why my boy wanted to go skinny dipping?"

"Among other reasons."

"Other reasons, huh? Dion rumbled. "And what would some of those other reasons be?"

Instead of telling him, Angel backed up enough to rub his backside against Dion's cock and felt it twitch, not yet at full attention due to the sudden chill in the air and the coolness of the water tonight.

"Well," Angel drawled, not having to do much to draw out the word and make every syllable to come after that sound even more suggestive. "Getting naked means there's nothing between your hand and my bottom but time and opportunity."

"And water, enough water to slow down what I really want to do, which is redden your ass for being a menacing minx."

"Menacing, huh, that mean you're scared of me?" Angel asked even as he wiggled his butt against that growing bulge, knowing that at some point, Papi was going to give him what he'd been begging for since the first night they'd shared a bed.

Dion's growl vibrated against the side of his neck; his teeth pinched when he nipped harder than he had before. "Don't think, for one second, that you can scare Papi off. Now, you might manage to scare Papi, especially if you do something reckless or manage to get yourself hurt, but you'll pay for it when you're feeling better and I promise you Papi will make certain that you know better than to ever do it again."

"Gonna warm my buns for me, Papi?" Angel sassed, adding a lazy roll of hips to his wiggle. There was no doubt that Dion was hard enough now for using as a stripper pole.

"I'm gonna leave ‘em way past warm if you keep that up," Papi growled when Angel hooked his foot behind Dion's calf, rolled his hips, and felt iron fingers grip his thigh, stilling him.

There was nothing but silence and the lap of water against the shore as Dion thrust against his backside, simulating what he wanted to do to him, warm breath puffing against Angel's skin. "You've been begging to wear my handprints, haven't you? Just pushing Papi an inch at a time so he'll lay you over the bed and spank that pert little ass until it's nice and red. You know what's going to happen to that ass once I've left welts all over it, don't you?"

"You're gonna fuck it?" Angel panted, so turned on all he could do is rest the back of his head on Dion's shoulder and let his eyes rove up to see the stars shimmering over their heads.

"Eventually," Papi said. "But Papi's hand is just a warmup to what he's got in his toy bag. "You remember what's in there, don't you?"

"C-canes," Angel stammered. "And floggers and paddles."

"And what does Papi like to do with canes and floggers and paddles?"

"Use them to make his boy cry out his name."

"That's right," Dion said, sliding his hand from Angel's thigh to roughly stroke his cock. "So let's say we go inside and you pick one toy and Papi picks one toy and we'll see how much fun the ride back home is for Papi's boy tomorrow night, and how many swats Papi can sneak in at karaoke. "If I recall, it's your turn to pick the duet we sing."

Gasping, Angel tried to squirm, but the hand Papi had locked across his chest meant he wasn't going anywhere. "Uh-huh," Angel moaned, the view overhead going blurry the lower his eyelids dropped. The stars were just hazy sparkles now, but there was electricity crackling between him and Papi.

"Have you chosen one yet?"

He heard the question, but it was hard to focus on the answer when Papi kept tweaking a nipple or stroking his cock. He thought he'd been teasing Papi, but now he was doing all the rocking, rutting against Angel's backside as the water lapped around them, occasionally slapping him in the face.

"Have you. Chosen one. Yet?" Papi stressed with enough pauses and growls that all Angel could do was moan, because somewhere along the lines he'd forgotten the name of the song he'd chosen.

"Chosen?" Angel slurred, staggering when he went from everything feeling good to cold when Papi stopped touching him and moved, letting the water fill the space where he'd been.

"The song for our duet," Dion explained, as cool, calm and unphased as could be. He even splashed Angel to get his attention, but he was too horny to care about another volley of water rushing up his nose.

"You stopped touching me," Angel blurted as he swiped at the water that dripped into his eyes.

He stomped as best as one could stomp with water to slow the speed and silent sand to slam his foot into, so he slapped the surface of the lake for good measure, but he only wound up blinding himself.

"You seemed distracted," Papi explained with an arm around him now as he steered him towards the ladder that led back up to the dock and the door back into the cabin. "I thought it might be easier for you to answer if I gave you some space."

"I was very distracted and had no need for space, thank you very much," Angel protested as he grasped the bar and climbed from the lake, dripping water down on Dion as he stared up at him from below.

"If that was the case, you'd have already given me your answer."

"Sorry, can't," Angel said as he located their towels. He wrapped one around himself then held the other out to Dion the moment he'd cleared the ladder.

"And why is that?"

"I forgot it," Angel replied before starting to dry off his hair. "It's in my phone though, so no worries."

"Uh-huh. You can remember that you typed it in your phone, but you can't remember what you typed?"

"Selective memory."

"Ohh, I bet," Papi said. "And I've got some selective ways of extracting what I want to know."

"That sounded vaguely sinister."

"Sinister enough to prompt you to obedience?"

"Naaaa," Angel remarked, waving a hand and him and stepping to go around, his other hand still working the towel over his wet curls.

He didn't see Dion move, didn't even hear the creak of the squeaky dock board they'd stepped on every time they'd come out here, but he had to have stepped on it to get to Angel and crack him across the ass.

"Yipe!" Angel squeaked, dropping the towel as he reached both hands back to protect his rear.

Didn't stop Papi though, he just caught Angel by the arm and pulled his hand aside so he could bring his palm back down on Angel's backside again. Three smacks in rapid succession, none of them hitting the hand Angel still held cupped to the other cheek. They stung and he squealed and went up on tiptoe as yet another trio of smacks was delivered.

Into the cabin and through the kitchen, a series of stinging swats propelling him to the bedroom where Angel soon found himself ass end up over the folded comforter at the foot of the bed. He tried crawling higher, but a hard slap soon flattened him out and left him moaning at the prickling pain that engulfed his backside.

"What is the name of the song?" Papi asked calmly, a cloth bag coming into view as Dion set it on the bed.

"Two pina coladas," Angel blurted, unable to recall if he'd ever heard it sang as a duet or not, outside of drunken karaoke, but he said it was all the cheekiness he knew would earn him additional swats.

"Wrong answer."

"You can't know that," Angel squeaked, licking his lips as Dion slowly drew the zipper back to reveal the contents of the bag.

"Would you like to pause, so we can check your phone, or admit that isn't the song you choose for us?"

"Which lets me choose first?" Angel moaned as he eyed the bag.

At first, a hard swat was the only answer, then Dion bent over him, pressing him against the bed as he ground his arousal against all the stinging places. "The truth."

Angel shivered at the growl, mouth falling open as Dion grazed his teeth along the edge of his shoulder.

Squirming, Angel reluctantly bit out, "It's not Two Pina Coladas."

"Choose the toy for Papi to use first."

He got off him then, allowing Angel to push himself up so he could look for what he wanted, the studded leather paddle that Papi had shown him when they'd looked through the contents together. There was only one thing Angel had asked him to remove from the bag and as he drew the contents forth, he could see Papi had taken it out of there. The broad wooden swatter with over a dozen holes had looked more like a cutting board than an implement of pleasure and honestly scared the hell out of him.

The leather one was the size used in racquetball, the studs wide and spaced several inches apart. He pointed to it and felt his cock twitch when Papi picked it up and gently began running it over Angel's shoulders and back.

"Let's get you relaxed, then we'll go back to warming up that rear end," Dion promised as he continued to rub the leather over his skin in a teasing massage.

He could smell the leather and the oil that Papi used to keep it supple. Eyes closed, he breathed it in and felt the cool-warm sensation of alternating leather and metal, Papi knowing just what to do to engage his senses. Instead of holding himself up he slid his arms out from beneath them and reached for a pillow instead, Papi passing him one that he draped himself over, the scent of Dion's bodywash clinging to the surface. Whether it was on purpose or not didn't matter, just breathing it in turned his muscles to mush. He melted into a puddle of sensation, and when the first crack of the paddle came, he groaned and shifted his hips, eagerly inviting the second one.

"Would you like Papi to choose his toy and lay it beside you, or would you like him to surprise you with it."

"Wanna see it," Angel moaned, shifting his hand enough to pat the bed.

The thin cane Papi laid out had a smooth white surface and Angel already knew how it sounded when it cut the air. The only thing he hadn't been able to enjoy was the feel of it on his skin, but he'd feel it tonight…and Papi.

Four swats on the left cheek, then two caught his right upper thigh, the left side started to sting while the right began to burn, the cane on the pillow both a taunt and a promise. Black leather against stripped sheets, then Dion's hand came into view, and he picked up that cane.

A woosh and a whistle proceeded the first strike, right on that upper thigh the paddle had previously marred. The cane hit his left cheek next, setting up an alternating cadence that left thin lines of stripes wrapping around the side of his thighs as well, each new stinging sensation leaving his cock aching to be touched. Papi's hand touched one burning cheek, spreading it and letting cool air his tight hole. When a solid smack landed down the center of his crack, Angel yowled and rocked against the bed, foot kicking to find purchase before the next strike came, only it happened so suddenly he came from a mix of pain and the caressing pleasure of rubbing his cock against the bed.

Crying out he ground against the sheet, then Papi's hands were on his hips, tugging him to his knees before Papi parted his cheeks and roughly prepped him, his fingers prolonging the orgasm before his dick drove in. It was all about the pleasure after that, an occasional smack or pinch from Papi ramping his arousal back up until it was smoldering. Papi wrung the second orgasm from him and fucked him through it, never losing a stroke while Angel writhed and cried Papi's name to the heavens.

Papi yanked him back further than, into a reverse straddle across his thighs, thrusting up into him while Angel rode him, Papi's hand working his cock and nipples until Angel cried out and collapsed against him, shaking in Dion's arms. Papi finally filled the condom with a roar, fingers pressing into his skin in a way that was going to leave more marks for him to enjoy looking at in the mirror. And if Mona and Kurt fell all over themselves trying to get the skinny on his weekend, well it would be nice to coyly refuse to answer their questions for a chance.