Hot Bouncer (4 page)

“You really can’t do any other kinds of dance?” Nash asked, ignoring him.

Peter sighed. “I can but there are limits. My ankle can only take so much pressure and strain. It’s held together by screws and pins. This lets me design my routines around my injury. If a routine puts too my stress on my ankle, I can opt out. I don’t lose my job or anything. I can help the other guys with their dancing. I’ve tried other forms, but this is better.”

“I get it. Sometimes you have to make a radical change to have things work. I was a wild teenager, and the military straightened me out. I swore I’d never go back to bars or gay clubs again. But it’s a job I can do. I’m not the one drinking and partying. Still, I couldn’t go on stage and do what you do.” Nash admired the man. Brave and confident.

“So you were a rebel teen, and you’re still too good to shake your ass on stage like I do?” Peter stood up. “Look, we’ve sorted out the business stuff. Just go.”

Nash had re-stepped on a nerve and froze for a second. He rarely shared his personal stuff, and this was exactly why. His image was all confidence and restraint. Not needing anyone’s help or approval was part of that. When he let down his guard, people misread him. “I couldn’t do what you do, but that doesn’t mean I’m judging it. I need my job, and you’re the one who made the move backstage. If that’s the sort of open sexual play you and the dancers engage in, count me out. That’s the only thing I’m judging.”

Peter licked his lips and tapped his bad foot. “So you’re too good to shake your ass on stage, but you didn’t complain about getting your dick sucked backstage. For the record, no. That isn’t the normal backstage behavior. No, it’s not how everyone acts. We’re not in some big orgy back there every night. We’re serious about keeping the customers happy and earning a living. But dancers date each other or staff at times. It’s not all random sex. We’re not a bunch of male bimbos.”

Nash stood up. He got it now. Peter was really about dancing and had drive. Nash liked Peter’s discipline and focus. The guy had serious skill to be able to do splits and contort his body that way. The sex wasn’t just a
thank you
. “I didn’t mean that. You’re serious about the dancing. I respect that, and I’m just not looking for random sex or games. I could do all I wanted of that in the Marines, believe me.”

Peter grinned. “I believe you. I’m not a man-whore, either.”

The attraction was mutual. Nash’s blood pounded for more. He pushed Peter back into the cushions of the couch and kissed him slowly. As he dragged his mouth over Peter’s, he pushed down the slim man’s pants.

“Easy,” Peter said.

Nash let him up for a second and pulled off his shirt, then shoved Peter’s pants to the floor. “Not this time.” Nash slid his tongue over Peter’s hairless chest and bit a nipple. The moan he got from Peter only urged Nash on. He wouldn’t be rough or hurt the smaller man, but he’d make sure he pleased him.

Nuzzling his way down Peter’s body, Nash let his five o’clock shadow tease the well-sculpted abs. The ballet dancer’s cock bobbed for attention, and Nash licked around the base and sucked those shaved balls. The hair removal those guys did to go on stage would take half a day for Nash. Still, Peter being bare and hard turned Nash on.

Peter’s cock throbbed as Nash stroked him. He needed to take his time. Sucking Peter’s shaft all the way down, Nash savored the other man’s gasps and moans. When he let go, Nash caught a sigh. Anticipation hung in the air.

Finally, Peter’s hand slid on Nash’s neck and nudged him down. Nash spit on two of his fingers and slid them down between Peter’s ass cheeks.

“God, yes!” Peter lifted.

Nash sucked Peter’s balls and worked his asshole nice and slow. Peter’s hips pushed for more. As Nash advanced his fingers into Peter’s hole, his other hand stroked that pretty cock. Peter’s hips rocked in time with the attention.

“Fuck me, suck me off, Nash!” Peter begged.

“I’ll get to it all.” He’d spent too many years hooking up and rushing through sex to get off. Peter was different.

“Please, I can’t wait.” Peter thrust up into Nash’s palm.

“Come whenever you want.” Nash rolled Peter’s balls in his mouth and let them pop out. Over and over, he sucked those bare nuts and tongued the tender spot just behind.

“Nash!” Peter shouted, and his lower body snapped up in the air.

Nash held him tight, but the guy had muscle and flexibility. His cum shot up and landed back on Peter’s stomach.

“Nice.” Nash pulled his fingers out and rotated them around the entrance as he lapped up the sticky treat.

“Why are you so quiet?” Peter asked as he took deep breaths.

“You don’t fuck around with guys in the military and announce it. I got used to being quiet.” Nash sucked the last few drops from the tip of Peter’s cock. “Ready to get fucked, or did I wear you out?”

“No, that’s not it. I want it, but…” Peter shook his head.

“I don’t have any protection on me. I figured you’d be prepared with some here.” Nash smiled.

When that rugged face actually grinned, Peter’s insides melted. The press of Nash’s hard body with a big erection trying to get out of his jeans shoved Peter’s doubts aside. It sure as hell didn’t feel as if it were pity or fear. “I’ve got some in the bedroom.”

Nash stood up, and Peter grabbed his hand, leading the way to the bedroom. The bed was unmade, and there were clothes on the floor. Peter wanted to clean up, but Nash pushed Peter down on the bed and didn’t even seem to notice the room.

After grabbing the condoms and lube from his nightstand drawer, Peter watched Nash undress. The shirt and shoes were gone first, then the pants went down. That thick cock sprang free, and Peter wanted to suck it dry. When he reached for it, Nash pushed his hand away.

“You wanted to get fucked.” Nash kissed Peter and caged him within those muscled arms on the bed.

“Yes, please.” Peter’s lust for muscled men had been fulfilled many times, but the feeling never lasted. This one might not either, but he needed to try.

After dealing with the protection, Nash rubbed lube inside Peter. He lifted his hips for more and couldn’t wait to experience the stretch.

Nash flipped Peter over in one swift motion, and he was on all fours. For a split second, Peter almost protested but caught himself. He’d wanted to see Nash’s face during, but clearly Nash liked doggie style better.

The bouncer worked a little more lube up Peter’s ass, and he arched his back. “Don’t tease me, fuck me.”

“I will.” Nash’s tongue slithered up Peter’s spine.

Moaning, he wanted to hear Nash come hard. For now, he’d play it the bouncer’s way, but Peter would eventually break Nash of that quiet sex and drive him to moan, groan, and scream Peter’s name.

Nash pressed his cock to Peter’s ass, and that thick head worked inside. Breathing deeply, Peter took it and relished the stretching sensation. All of his muscles got the proper workout, but this wasn’t the same without the right partner. Shoving a dildo up his ass, no matter how thick, never got Peter off the same way.

He backed up slowly to show Nash he could take it all.

“Damn,” Nash said.

“Being limber has its benefits. This is heaven.” Peter gave Nash’s cock a little squeeze and wiggled his ass down for more.

Nash kissed the back of Peter’s neck and thrust all the way in. Hot balls pressed to his body were just what Peter needed. He went face down in the pillows and pushed his ass up higher to get more.

As Nash rocked in and out of Peter’s ass, he gasped and started to moan. Nash drove Peter crazy every time he fell silent again.

“No one will hear. Groan, scream, talk dirty,” Peter demanded.

Nash pressed his lips to Peter’s ear. “You like it? Getting a military man up your ass? Showing off your body to everyone and seducing me?”

Peter tried to sort out the words, but his brain was in a sexual fog while Nash pounded his ass expertly. In his years of chasing the big burly men, he’d found guys who liked it rough or didn’t care about their bottom. Nash cared. Peter held back from coming to make it last.

“I like what you’re doing to me,” Peter responded.

“You know what you do to me. Having to watch you on stage. All those men after you.” Nash ground to Peter’s ass, then leaned back and changed the pace entirely.

Peter groaned when Nash pulled out completely and drove back in all the way. Balls slapped against Peter’s body as the bouncer made the bed shake. There was nothing to do but enjoy the ride. He never wanted to tease Nash or make him feel insecure. They could both have their pick of men, but Peter only wanted one.

“I’m not fucking anyone else. Not personally or at the club. I don’t do private dances. I swear. I need this so much!” Peter’s ass squeezed Nash’s dick as he filled him again.

“I want to fuck you every time I see you.” Nash pressed his hairy chest to Peter’s back again and wrapped his arms around Peter’s neck.

“So do I. Harder, please Nash,” Peter said.

Nash’s hips snapped in shorter, harder thrusts that set Peter’s body trembling. He hit that spot, and the world spun. Screaming Nash’s name, Peter came in a rush that left him a quivering mass on the outside. Inside, he felt the same way he did after a brilliant performance on stage. Stretched, exhausted and on an epic high of endorphins.

A few more thrusts and Nash cursed. The bigger man slumped against Peter and held him tight. Peter grabbed Nash’s arm, in case he changed his mind.

“That was amazing.” Peter found the energy to turn and face Nash.

“Pretty damn good.” Nash paused any talking with a kiss.

Peter curled his body into Nash’s, and his tongue explored that quiet mouth.

“I should go,” Nash said.

Damn! “No, stay. Once is enough?” Peter tried the playful angle.

“We both need sleep. Work tomorrow.” Nash rolled onto his back.

“We can sleep. Go again in the morning? I’m not as fragile as I look.” Peter rolled his eyes.

“I think you proved that on stage and tonight. I just don’t think we should complicate this now. The sex was great, but we just met.” Nash sat up.

“You’re coming back here to get me for work anyway. It seems efficient.” Peter chuckled as if it didn’t hurt his feelings.

“It might be, but I don’t have fresh clothes or anything else here. I’m not good relationship material.” Nash shook his head.

“Did I ask you for anything?” Peter demanded.

Nash slid out of bed. “No, but I don’t have anything anyway. I’m still adjusting to civilian life.”

“Coworkers with benefits?” Peter stretched on the bed. “I can put both ankles behind my head. Try fucking an ass that way, and you’ll never go back.”

Nash paused in retrieving in his clothes. “I’m not saying we can’t screw around, but I don’t want it to affect our jobs and get too personal. I may not last long here.”

Peter couldn’t believe that. Nash fit right in at Big D’s. “Everyone at work likes you. The dancers feel safer with you there, and even Avery is impressed. That’s not easy.”

“The job I can handle, but if whatever we have gets weird, I might have to leave. I don’t want that.” Nash was fully dressed and moving to the door.

“I don’t want you to leave, either. I’m not going to smother you.” Peter wasn’t a clingy guy, yet because he wasn’t the butchest of men, people expected him to be more effeminate in some ways.

“Guys like you don’t end up with guys like me. It’s just not reality. I’ll see you tomorrow. Lock up behind me.” Nash left.

Peter heard the front door close and wanted to chase Nash down and fuck him on the stairs to make a point. Walking into the front room naked, Peter locked, dead bolted, and chained until his apartment was secure.

He couldn’t push Nash too far, but this was a hell of a good start. Nash was down on himself, and while Peter didn’t know why, he wasn’t giving up. Nash was into the sex, too, and soon enough he’d be moaning Peter’s name.

Chapter Five

The next day, Nash kept his word and drove Peter to work. He also kept his promise to himself and reported the attack last night to Carl. Within an hour, the same police officer who’d taken the statement the night before arrived for more. Clearly, the owner had a lot of pull in Vegas.

Nash handed over the knife and gave his statements. Afterward, he hung around at the bar while Peter gave the officer his account of things. Avery and Ken sipped orange juice and exchanged looks.

“What?” Nash asked.

“Peter is so little. I hope no one hurts him.” Avery shook his head.

“I’m driving him to and from work for a few days. We arranged that last night.” Nash liked the concern around this place.

“Peter likes you.” Ken smiled.

“It’s just business.” Nash shrugged.

“Sure, and we’re straight.” Avery rolled his eyes. “Peter is a nice guy. You hurt him, and we’ll hurt you.”

Nash looked at Avery and Ken, well toned and in shape men, but nothing compared to Nash’s overtly muscled form. Plus, they were in their forties at least. “I don’t want to hurt him, but, really, I don’t think you could hurt me.”

“Not everything is physical.” Ken sat straighter in his chair. “Influence matters as much as brawn around here.”

“I like Peter, but I’m not trying to mix business and pleasure. Okay?” Nash smiled. He wanted more of Peter but was himself still healing from losing friends and leaving the life he knew. It was a complicated change. He wanted to be a civilian again but missed the structure. He wanted Peter but couldn’t handle loss right now.

Ken shrugged. “Just don’t hurt him.”

It took a lot of military discipline for Nash not to ask if they were a couple. All of their body language and behavior pointed to yes, but they never showed affection. In a place where men got their asses squeezed in exchange for a good tip, a little kiss or cuddle wouldn’t shock anyone. Nash had seen Carl and Hunter holding hands as much as they possibly could.

“What are you staring at?” Avery asked.

“Nothing.” Nash wandered off to check things backstage. He even went around the back, outside where the attack happened. Peter’s safety was important, and now it was personal.