A Very Phoenix Christmas (feat. Dylan & Hal from the 'Curious Boys' series)

CH 2

Angel jumped when someone smacked his ass and snatched a palm full of his left cheek. He turned, expecting to find Dane squeezing his rump. It wasn't Dane.

"Hey, sexy." Ricky stole a quick kiss, loosened his grip, and patted Angel's butt. "Wanna dance?" A Santa hat perched atop his head and skin-tight, sparkling red tights hugged every curve and bulge from his hips down. Nothing but bare skin glistened in between.

Licking his lips, Angel glanced toward the bar where Dane, Cole, and Gabe hovered around two young men he didn't recognize. "You're lucky Dane didn't see you kiss me—or grab my ass."

Ricky looked in that direction, an impish twinkle in his eyes. "I wanted him to see." He grabbed Angel's hands and plastered them on his warm chest as he sensually massaged his fingers. "He's a fiery one when he gets jealous, especially when he's jealous of me."

"He might kick your ass."

"Could be exciting." Ricky released one hand and traced Angel's cheekbone with the tip of his finger. "I like it rough."

Angel cleared his throat. "It might be rougher than you like."

"I'll take my chances." Ricky flashed him a sultry look. "Now, come on, it's a party. Dance with me." He drew Angel to the floor in front of the stage and clamped onto his waist. "We haven't had this kind of fun since before Dane confiscated you for his own." Ricky tugged him closer until their crotches brushed. "He's such a selfish goon."

Angel laughed. "Yeah, well... he makes up for it between the sheets."

"I bet." Ricky growled and wiggled his eyebrows. "He's a fuckin' studly beast."

"Can't argue there." Angel let the music take him. He seldom danced with anyone but Dane these days.

Ricky moaned and squeezed Angel's waist. "Max really needs to get you back on stage."

Angel smiled and raised his arms above his head as his slender hips swayed and swiveled. Ricky kept perfect timing, his fingertips gliding along Angel's ribs.

"Why don't you get rid of this?" Ricky fingered his shirt, drawing it up his stomach.

Angel cast a discreet glance Dane's way. His husband hadn't yet noticed them. His amusement mounted, certain Dane would bulldoze across the floor once he realized Ricky—of all people—was moving in on his man. "Why not?" Angel grinned as Ricky peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the edge of the stage.

Oohhing laughter sifted out of Levi who danced nearby with one of the boys they'd invited to the party. "You're asking for it, baby," Levi warned Ricky. "Dane will dismember you if he catches you playing his boy toy."

"As I told Angel..." Ricky winked at his boyfriend. "... I'll take my chances."

Levi laughed and gyrated against his dance partner, flicking his fingers at Ricky. "It was nice knowing ya, sweetie." They rock-n-rolled away in a grope-fest.

"You'll protect me from your big, bad hubby, won't you?" Ricky's fingers danced along Angel's spine, causing a ripple of shivers to skitter up and down his back.

"And get blood all over me?" Angel grinned. "'Fraid you're on your own with him."

"Jeez." Ricky rolled his eyes, lips pursed. "I see how you are." He sighed. "But as they say, might as well get hung for a sheep as a lamb." He pulled Angel against him and seized his ass with both hands, grinding their crotches, chortling laughter spilling out of him.

. . .

The first thing Samuel saw when they entered the club—was Ricky rubbing all over a shirtless Angel. "Holy shit." He elbowed Caleb and pointed at the couple. "I can't believe Dane is allowing that."