Let me be...

Your darkest secret

"This is insane, Mark."

"I know. But I can't think of something better."

"It won't work. You know how fast the rumors spread."

"I'll make it work, Luke."

The bearded man sighs before leaning back on his chair and drinking a sip of wine. “Do you have the money at least?"

Mark ducks his head, "I'm working to get it. I'll have enough in a month or so."

Luke shakes his head, drinking what's left in his glass. "You're still f*****g men, aren't you?"

"I've told you, Luke. Only thirty days. Then I'll just stop."

"Bad habits die hard." He answers with a bitter chuckle.

Mark sighs as he rubs his face with the palms of his hands.

If only his friend knew that the one that he's meeting aren't just a man anymore. But he wouldn't tell nor even admit it, that the one who pays for his service is a special angel who only wants him for reaching heaven every other night.

"When is your son's party?"

"Next week. I'm glad you remember." Luke says with a small laugh. "He adores you; will you be there?"

"It's not like I have anything better to do." His friend mutters jokingly but sincerely. Actually, Mark doesn't do much in life. Dark, on the other hand, puts the food on the fridge and a house to live at.

It was a difference that he had to establish a year ago; something that kept him in line, normal to the eyes of society.

"Touché."

The friends soon run out of wine and Mark is ready to go.

He's never used to drive his own car to the hotel and this time isn't the exception. There's a need for fresh air to avoid being under the effects of alcohol later.

After a quiet walk through every shortcut he knows, Mark arrives to the tall building.

Surprisingly for him, his client is already at the entrance.

What makes him continue straight to the elevator anyways is the fact that his angel is talking with a beautiful, young woman by the long glass doors.

A smile is placed on his face after seeing the girl's intentions; knowing perfectly how far of her reach the green haired man is.

Once the elevator stops at the third floor, he walks towards their room.

The door closes behind him as he gets ready in the bathroom, ignoring what his client felt back at the entrance.

Corey had encountered Jess before entering the hotel and he was relieved to know that she hadn't noticed his intentions.

They talk mindlessly about random topics as impatience crawls slowly up the man's back.

And when he sees Dark pass by, the feeling grows stronger.

However, the place they're at is known for the huge amount of s*x that every wall witness. Thus, he shouldn't be seen even nearby.

After making up a simple yet believable excuse, the man turns back and heads to the parking lot, careful of not being seen by his friend.

Jess, nonetheless, isn't going to leave soon. She visits hundreds of places to profess her ideals and the hotel is her objective today.

The sky turns gray and the clouds start pouring rain relentlessly.

Corey isn't going to give his secret away so easily, but he just can't think of a way to enter the place without her noticing.

He finds himself staring at a blurred windscreen, with only the sound of the water against it filling his ears.

When he's thought enough and has already given up, a knock interrupts him from starting the engine.

He furrows his eyebrows but immediately rolls down his window, startled by the sight of chocolate eyes right outside the vehicle.

Dark, instead of giving the explanation Corey needs, unlocks the door with wet and cold fingers before opening it and sitting on his lap, his legs at each side of him.

He closes the door before reaching for the lever that reclines the seat, his body falling carefully over Corey's.

It takes the Irish man a couple of seconds to register what is going on; but when he does, he can't help but curve his lips up.

"I've never done this in a car." He confesses with a greedy look.

"Well, I've never done this on the front seat." Dark responds before silencing the other's giggles with his lips.

Then, he proceeds to do what he does best.

Obscenities leave his mouth between heavy breaths as he frees Corey's erection from his briefs.

When he pulls from his tie and licks the skin exposed of his neck, the green haired man bites his bottom lip, keeping the moans from leaving.

Unlike any other occasion though, time isn't by their side. Which means only that the actions are more rushed than ever.

Although not many kisses are shared and the contact of their lips is rough, the men enjoy themselves.

"I'm your little secret, aren't I?" Dark whispers smoothly in the other's ear while tightening the grip on his d**k.

The blue-eyed man unintentionally lets out a deep groan before answering breathless, "You are, indeed."

The tan man chuckles and moves his lips lower, feeling the steering wheel near his ass.

"You are mine as well, angel." Dark confesses, his breath causing goosebumps on Corey's thighs.

Wallcox opens his mouth to ask about it, but a moan escapes from it instead as the man above him licks the tip of his p***s.

Soon, the question stops wandering in the air and goes straight to oblivion as he hits the orgasm.

Dark would like to f**k him right there, but the mess he'd make stops him from going further from a blowjob.

Corey's c*m floods his mouth and he swallows greedily, still sucking when skinny fingers pull from his red hair harshly until a loud curse makes him stop.

While heaving, Corey cleans the sweat off his forehead and looks again for those brown eyes full of lust.

On the other hand, Dark cleans his lips with the back of his hands and smirks towards the window.

"What are you looking at?" The Irish man asks with curiosity when the silence has lasted for too long.

Dark quickly cleans the glass with his sleeve, not letting his angel get any sigh of whatever shape had been created with the fog.

"Nothing." He then moves to the backseat and starts fixing his hair on the rearview mirror, evading the other's gaze. "It's half price since I had to do it here."

Corey shakes his head. The fact that his companion was only there for a filthy service had been forgotten by him for a moment.

He was sure though, that the man right behind him would make him remember that every time.

"You sure?" He asks with a raised eyebrow while dressing back up.

"A hundred percent." Dark answers before exiting the vehicle and going around to the driver's window again.

The parking lot of that place is always empty, but he wouldn't have done anything if the car hadn't been parked away from the entrance.

Their actions continue to be a secret from the world, and they must remain that way for as long as it can.