Hello, this is my first fiction posted here, so please, be understanding. The warnings are the usual. The characters and events in the story are completely fictional and have no relations to real people and/or facts. The plot depicts sexual acts between between underage males, and between underage and adult males, sometimes not consensual, and there is violence. It's pure fantasy, and I don't approve nor encourage similar behaviour in real life. If you dislike that stuff, or if it's illegal to read it in your country, please quit reading now! Otherwise, have fun!
ANGEL - 3
"Don't you like them?" Angel asked with an innocent face.
Colin's face had been red a moment earlier; now it was purple, while he babbled something unintelligible. When the young fighter teasingly wriggled his toes inside his sock, that purple shade grew darker and darker. But the older teen's eyes were drawn to the mighty foot resting on his lap... It looked so graceful... Who could imagine it was also so powerful, that it was able to kick his hateful father's ass like nothing?
"Yes, indeed you seem to like them..." Angel winked. Colin gulped, but couldn't suppress the admiration he was feeling for those mighty appendages, just like he couldn't deny nor fight back his attraction toward their owner!
He couldn't imagine that his friend, at that moment, didn't feel as much cocky as he was showing on the outside.
Am I going too fast? the blondie wondered. Darn it... I got excited and forgot prudence! What if, rather than impress, I scare him off? Problem is, I like this guy too much!
A moment later, his fears disappeared, when he heard Colin happily inhale his foot scent!
"Mmmh... They smell so good...." the darkhaired guy said, staring intensely at what had been put on his lap. "It's strong, yet somehow also..." He raised his gaze toward Angel with sparkling eyes. "Sweet. Like you!"
Now it was Angel's turn to blush, while his hearth skipped a beat. "Th-thanks! But you're a lot sweeter!"
Colin giggled, then hesitantly approached his hands to the blondie's foot. "Uh... May I..."
"I was about to ask you to!" Angel chuckled.
His pal put his hands on the strong extremity and slowly caressed it. "Mmmh... it feels so soft... unbelievable..."
"Want more?" Angel asked, placing his other foot onto his friend, who chuckled enthusiastically, then began a soft massage. The blondie responded to that with a pleased sigh, while relaxing on his chair.
Soon, each of the two was in his own dream world. Colin could hardly believe his luck in finding a guy who was not only good-looking, but powerful enough to protect him from his father. As for Angel, he was thrilled at finding someone who could be compliant to his kinks....
*Well, at least to ONE of them." the blondie mused. We had an... unexpectedly good start, but will he be really fine with the... rest?
Eager to find out more, Angel said: "Mmmh, you're good at this... But...."
"What?" Colin anxiously asked.
"I like my socks.... But they can be a nuisance sometimes..." the blondie chuckled, flexing his feet.
"Oh!" Colin chuckled as well, and gingerly removed the red socks. "Feel better!"
"Oh yeah!" Angel said in a flirtatious tone. "But it could get even better..." His wriggling toes, now free, had an almost hypnotic effect on Colin, who stared at them in fascination for some moments... and then began tickling them!
The blond teen made a high-pitched giggle. "Hey hey...." he said. "You caught me by surprise!"
"Sorry!" Colin said, stopping his game, once more embarassed.
"No need to be sorry." Angel smiled. "I like it... and I hope you'll do that again MANY times!"
The implication of those words weren't lost on Colin, who smiled widely. He then began massaging his friend's feet, making Angel moan in delight.
But Colin moaned as well, so excited he was. "Wow... They're so sexy..."
"Think so?" the blondie smirked, and raising one foot, playfully tickled the other's nose.
"He he of course!" Colin laughed, grabbing that foot and kissing it.
That surprised his friend, who was nonethless happy. "So... You really have a liking for feet!"
After a short nervous chuckle, Colin admitted: "Yes, you're the first one I revealed this to! I always admired men's feet... But yours are the best! They're as much powerful as good-looking, just like you, and..." He gingerly rubbed his fingers on the sole, tracing the callouses. "Just like you, they look soft... and yet they're very tough!"
Angel snickered. "You bet! Do you know how many concrete blocks they have shattered?"
"Wow..." Colin uttered, more and more fascinated. Then he realized something, and said: "You... Errr... could have broken my old man's bones when you fought him!"
"Of course." The smaller guy nonchalantly confirmed. "I didn't, because I was taught to fully use my power only when facing a real danger."
"And my father wasn't?" the other asked, recalling how he had seen Kurt as a threatening and unbeatable presence in his life through the last three years.
"That idiotic big lug?" the blondie laughed, like if he had heard a funny joke. "Perhaps this is the right time to tell you that, when I was 12, I trashed four street thugs, and each of them was a lot bigger than your Daddy Dearest!"
Colin did his best to believe that, albeit he had some troubles.
"Or perhaps..." Angel did that evil smile of his again. "You'd have preferred if I broke some of your father's bones?"
"Errrr..." Colin, feeling conflicting emotions, was at a loss of words.
Before he had a chance to speak, they both heard a groan coming from the foyer.
"Speak of the Devil...." Angel grinned.
"Oh crap!" Colin uttered, rising from his seat. "He's going to be furious when he wakes up."
"So what?" The blondie stood up himself, annoyed because his massage had been interrupted. But then he smirked, adding: "He was furious earlier, too, remember?"
"Well, it's true." Colin hesitantly said. "But now, he's going to give us troubles. He could report you to the Police, or call his friends..."
"Calm down, dude!" Angel put a hand on his friend's shoulder with a reassuring smile. "This is not the first time I and/or my relatives face similar problems. I know how to deal with it."
"Are you sure?" the taller teen asked.
Angel nodded, while putting his socks back on. "Leave it to me. On that note..." He walked into the foyer and glanced around, just sparing a passing glance for Kurt who was barely moving. "Mmmh, I'd need some more space..."
Colin had a vague idea of what the blondie had in mind, and said: "Dad has set up a private gym in the basement... It's pretty spacious!"
"Oh, that would be perfect." Angel's face lightened up. "Where's it?"
"Down there." Colin walked to a door and opened it, revealing a flight of stairs.
"Thanks, dude!" His friend walked to Kurt's prone form and seized him by his shirt collar.
The darkhaired young man gasped in amazement, seeing the small guy drag the massive Kurt with no apparent effort, but decided he had to quit being amazed by Angel's abilities.
When they were downstairs and Colin turned the lights on, Angel looked around, and was favourably impressed by the place. The basement was large, and well equipped as a gym; an area was made for boxing, with mats on the floor and a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling; there was plenty of sport stuff everywhere and a few benches; a door led to a small bathroom.
"This is the ideal place." He went to drop Kurt onto the mats, then walked to Colin.
"There." The blondie placed a pair of keys in his friend's hands. "You'll find my bike parked beside your garden. The smallest key opens the seat container; please, retrieve the sport bag inside and bring it to me."
".... Okay!" Colin hurried away, leaving Angel staring down to Kurt with the same crooked smirk he had displayed earlier.