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.Why wasn t this manCOOPERATING? Where was Jax? Where was he? What the fuck was going on?Roland just grinned at him. You re very used to having your own way, aren t you? Those lips pressed against his again, this kiss surprisingly disappointingly short. You re going to have to learn to obey, Angel-love.I m the one in charge here. No.No, he was the one that worked for hours and hours.He was the star.He didn t obey.Heworked.No.He just needed to make the man understand, so he headed for the spray.He only needed afew minutes; he could explain.Roland didn t let him go, hands latching onto him and tugging him over to the bed again,pulling him away from the little bag that had been tossed so cavalierly into a corner of the room. Are you always this stubborn? Of course he was.No one made it in his business if they weren t.Roland began to strip him out of his blue lounging suit, fingers warm and sure, the manbetween him and the damned hype-spray.He blinked, stared.What was.He.This.Angel grabbed his shirt, covering himself up. There s no need for modesty between us, Angel.I m standing here as naked as can be.Time to even things out between us. The shirt was taken back, tossed over Roland s shoulder tosail down until it settled next to his bag of goodies.He wrapped his arms around himself, shivering.He wasn t modest.The world had seenhim in less.He was chilled.Worried.Unnerved.Roland tugged the trousers down as well, letting the soft material fall down his legs topool around his feet. You re skinny, Roland told him. It s time for more food. Angel shook his head, heading for the bed and the covers.He wasn t hungry. You enjoyed the grapes we shared last night. Roland s voice was even, the man goingto the door and opening it, bending to pick up a tray that had been left.He had.He curled up in the blankets, cheek on the pillow.The bed smelled good, warm.Like men and comfort.Roland brought the tray over. More juice.Water with lots of bits of ice.Frozen chunksof papaya, and what I think is cream cheese on little crackers. He reached out, took a piece of bright orange papaya, moaning as the tart fruit melted. Leaving the tray a moment, Roland went to the little control panel next to the door.Thelights were dimmed and the sunscreen coating on the windows was lightened, letting the naturallight in.And the room began to warm slightly. You must let me know when you re cold, Angel.I have a high tolerance for it and I dhate to put goose bumps on that smooth skin. He blushed, the kindness unexpected and appreciated.He hadn t spent time alone withanyone but Jax in years.Roland sat cross-legged on the bed next to him, the man s legs lightly haired, as was hischest, a darker patch trailing into the thick curls that crowned his cock.Roland seemed quiteunconcerned with his nakedness, and equally unconcerned by the heat.Two glasses of juice were poured, Roland offering him one before swallowing down halfa glass, throat working.Angel reached out, finger sliding through the curls on Roland s chest.Soft.Roland watched him. Very different from your own smoothness, isn t it? He nodded; people wanted smooth and pale and thin. Do you like it? Roland asked, reaching out to slide the fingers of one hand against him,echoing his touches. I do.It s soft. He sighed as the words refused to come out.He was so tired of thisalready. I m not a lip reader, but I can tell you said I do.You could also nod or shake yourhead.And I suppose I could arrange for you to have a commpad so you can communicate morethan just yes or no, although there are many positive ramifications to keeping you mute. Roland picked up one of the little cream cheese crackers and held it out to him.Keeping him mute?Keeping him MUTE?He snarled and slapped Roland s hand away, heading for the door before the tears couldstart.Jax would have to find someone else.Or he would just leave.There wasn t a hotel in thissector that wouldn t welcome him.Not one.Roland sighed. And we were getting along so well. He was stopped at the door, Roland pressing up hotly against his back. You are indanger of losing your voice if you attempt to use it, Angel.I am merely looking at ways ofturning that into a positive for us. Angel sobbed, head resting against the door.Tired.So tired. Oh, Angel-love.Have you not cried enough yet? He was drawn back against Roland,strong arms coming around him, holding him so that he felt cradled against the man.He didn t think he d ever be done crying.Ever.Of course, the tears dried quickly, his body relaxing and soaking up Roland s strengthand heat.Roland s hands started to move on him, sliding against his skin in warm sweeps fromshoulders on down. Mmm & better. Warm lips slid against his skin, moving his hair away to nibble at theside of his neck
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