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When he returned to the office area, Peter glared at him, but Carl gave Nash a thumbs up. “We’re going to put in a full flood light back there and cameras. I’ve got the guy coming out tomorrow.”

“Great, thanks.” Peter nodded. “Nash, can I talk to you?”

Nash followed Peter and found himself in one of the private booths. “Aren’t these used for lap dances?” Nash asked.

“Lap dances can happen in the open. These are for things you don’t want seen in public. No, nothing illegal.” Peter sat on the loveseat. “Don’t worry, the booths are cleaned.”

“What are we doing here? People will think…” Nash started to leave.

“No. No, you don’t. Look, I didn’t tell you everything. We need privacy. I don’t care what the men think. That guy, Terry, is a regular customer of mine. He’s just gone too far.”

“That’s not news. He crossed the line, Peter. Stop worrying. Carl is going to add security measures, and the police have a report. They won’t lock him up forever. Hell, you’ll be lucky if they even talk to the guy.” Nash had low expectations of police action but reporting it was the right procedure.

“I did stuff with Terry a few times.” Peter’s face went deep red.

“In here?” Nash asked.

“Yes, and later he invited me to go home with him. It wasn’t for money. I’m not a hooker or anything. It was casual. He liked me, or seemed to.” Peter looked at the floor.

“So you dated him? Okay. Why didn’t you tell me that?” Nash had hassled one of Peter’s ex-boyfriends? “Wait, why don’t Ken and Avery know about that?”

“He wasn’t a boyfriend or anything serious. I teach at a dance studio a few days a week, early classes and on my days off. It keeps me up-to-date. He followed me there one time, and I went home with him. I’m not proud of it. I needed attention.” Peter rubbed his hands over his face.

“Terry thought it was more?” Nash had stepped into the middle of a mess and hadn’t even known it.

“He could have. I went with him a few times. It wasn’t great, but everyone gets lonely. He pursued me, and I made it clear it was over. He stopped coming here for a while, then just showed up a day or two before you started. I ignored him, and he seemed to ignore me. Then it got weird.” Peter sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“You need to tell Carl and the police. They need to know it’s personal.” Nash went for the solution and the safety issue. He couldn’t deal with any growing feelings for Peter just yet.

“I can’t do that. They’ll think I’m asking for this.” Peter shook his head.

Nash held Peter’s arm. “No one asks to be attacked. Terry might think I’m your new boyfriend. Or whatever. I don’t care what he thinks, but he could hurt you. That knife is proof enough he’s not just a fan or trying to get back together.”

“I didn’t use him. I never took money. It was a hook-up. Plain and simple.” Peter leaned back and closed his eyes.

“I understand, but, clearly, Terry didn’t. You need to figure out what you want. Don’t worry, I already know where I stand.” Nash stood up to leave.

“Wait, no. Don’t go.” Peter held onto Nash’s arm as if he could stop the bigger man with sheer force.

“I’m sorry if I made a bigger deal out of this Terry guy. Stalkers are dangerous, but I didn’t know about the real, personal relationship. I’m glad I did my job, though. He still pulled a knife on me last night.” Nash tried to will himself to leave, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to walk out on Peter.

“I know you were only doing your job, and I appreciate it,” the smaller man continued. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think I was one of those guys.” Peter stood up and hugged Nash. “We both have a past, but I’m not just after sex with you.”

Nash felt the iceberg around his heart starting to melt. He’d walled off his emotions to survive combat. He wanted to keep the discipline and to handle reality without going back to wild clubbing. But he also wanted to enjoy life.

“I get it,” Nash said. “Let’s just go about the day. Talk about it later.”

* * * *

Peter hated the idea of later. He didn’t want to lose great sex with a hot guy over his past. In younger years, Peter had fallen for men who were like himself. They were around and safe but didn’t really turn him on. After the career change from ballet to stripping, Peter found himself going for guys who went after him when his ego needed a boost, but mostly he was single. Nash had real potential, and, of course, the one guy Peter was interested in got to see his worst choices in men early and up close.

After rehearsing and incident-free shows, Peter wanted to be alone with Nash. Nothing else mattered. Normally, Peter hated being with men who made him feel helpless and slender, but with Nash it didn’t feel as if it were pity or kink. It was natural. Nash was just a muscle-bound guy, conditioned by the Marines to be intimidating and powerful. His build and demeanor fit Peter just fine because in ballet, men had to be light enough to jump with height but strong enough to lift and support female dancers. Even if he’d wanted to bulk up, he hadn’t conditioned his body that way in all of his twenties. This was the form he loved.

As Nash parked the Jeep outside Peter’s apartment, Peter looked over. “Come in and we’ll order a pizza.”

Nash shook his head. “You don’t owe me any explanations. Tonight was quiet. Hopefully, it stays that way. I’ll be by tomorrow.”

“Please come up.” Peter grabbed Nash’s hand on the gearshift between them.

“Fine.” Nash turned off the car, and they headed to Peter’s apartment.

Once they were upstairs, and the pizza was on its way, Peter sat down and waited for Nash to relax. “I told Carl about my past with Terry. So, he knows it all, now.”

“Good.” Nash nodded. “Everyone makes mistakes, but you don’t want any other dancer or staff member getting hurt because the guy becomes unstable over his obsession with you.”

“Of course I don’t want anyone hurt. I never thought Terry would go off. I’m glad you’re around to protect everyone. I should’ve told everyone about my past with Terry. But do you want people knowing your worst choice for companionship?” Peter asked as he hung his head in shame and pulled out cash for the pizza.

“No. But I’ve never worked a job where the lines blurred.” Nash grabbed the money for the pizza when the doorbell rang.

Peter waited while Nash handled the transaction. Once the door was closed and locked, Peter grabbed plates and napkins, plus drinks, from the kitchen.

“Why did you answer my door?” Peter asked.

“Safety. If I’m here, might as well use it.” Nash set the pizza down and opened the box.

“You’re not on the clock. Really, Nash, stop being so controlled.” Peter grabbed a slice and ate.

Nash sat down and joined Peter in dinner. “The danger is still real. One quiet day means nothing. You deserve to be safe.”

“What about your past? Is there a hot military man boyfriend I’m competing with?” Peter asked, changing the subject.

“No, no one.” Nash shook his head. “A few hook-ups but nothing serious.”

Relieved, Peter smiled and sat back. “So you were wild in high school and went into the Marines?”

“It was safer than staying home. My dad didn’t like that I screwed men, so I came and went a lot. One of my friend’s older brothers was in the Army, and he was hot. He seemed to have a plan. As soon as I was eighteen, I signed up.”

“To get out from under your dad?” Peter asked.

“Pretty much. I could follow rules, but when the rule was don’t be who you are, I couldn’t do it. So I rebelled. The military just said don’t tell us about it. It was an improvement. I got praise and guidance. Better than at home.” Nash sat back from the food.

“Your mom must’ve missed you.” Peter scooted closer.

“No, she left when I was little. Just me and dad. Anyway, he was glad I was gone. After eighteen, I didn’t ask him for a thing ever again.” Nash’s jaw tightened.

“Have you seen him since you’ve been back?” Peter asked.

Nash shook his head. “No need.”

Peter didn’t pry beyond that clear answer. “Why did you leave the Marines?”

“I’d seen enough of war and the world. The Marines helped me grow up and be a responsible man in just under ten years. I wanted to try civilian life again. On my own terms, no dad rules or Marine rules.”

“So, you could be a stripper if you wanted.” Peter rested his head on Nash’s shoulder.

Nash chuckled. “I could but it’s not a dream of mine.”

“I know, but a little extra money and getting a taste of freedom are two reasons to try it. Prove you can go a little wild and stay in control.” Peter tugged Nash’s shirt off.

“Stop it. I can’t dance, and I’m not going to take classes from you,” Nash replied.

“I don’t need students. I’ve got plenty. Wannabe dancers and performers of every kind. I’ve got a good business. Someday, I’ll open my own dance studio.” Peter pulled Nash to stand up and steered him to the full-length mirror in Peter’s bedroom.

“What are you doing?” Nash asked.

Peter opened Nash’s fly and pushed his pants down. “You’re hot. You don’t even need to dance.”

“I can’t do the splits.” Nash laughed.

“You can do chin-ups. Push-ups. Crunches. Run for miles, I’m sure. You don’t get a body like this without working all your muscles.” Peter caressed Nash’s arms and chest.

“A work out isn’t a performance.” Nash shook his head.

“I disagree. You can be a very stern drill sergeant and boss around a bunch of dancers. Run them through training. Join in the workout and the crowd will go wild.”

“You’re kidding. A military, basic-training-style routine? Marines call it drill instructor, by the way.” Nash started to smile.

“Sure, sorry. But for the show make it generic and what people know. Guys in camo pants and dog tags, whatever props we have. Working out and then running through the crowd. Getting naked on stage. Nothing hotter than a man in and out of uniform. Want to give it a try?” Peter kissed Nash’s shoulder.

* * * *

Nash couldn’t take it much longer. Peter’s pretty hands on his hairy and rough body had Nash ready to burst. Grabbing protection and lube from Peter’s nightstand, Nash pushed Peter up to the mirror.

“What are you doing? Don’t change the subject.” Peter’s cock grew in his pants despite his protests.

“Take off the clothes.” Nash’s erection left no question about what was coming next. He covered it with latex protection, then squirted lube into his hand.

Peter yanked off his clothes without further objection and faced Nash.

“Face the mirror,” Nash said.

“I want to see you,” Peter protested.

“I’m taller than you. Try to keep your eyes open.” Nash grabbed Peter and turned him.

Peter’s hands planted on the door to either side of the mirror. Nash worked the lube in Peter’s rear and watched the expression on his face change. When Nash probed that tight ass, Peter smiled, and Nash could feel the relaxation.

“Brace yourself,” Nash said.

“I’m good.” Peter’s palms were flat on the door.

“We’ll see.” Nash started slow, easing into Peter.

“Fuck me!” Peter worked himself back.

Nash wrapped his arms around Peter’s hips and lifted his feet off the ground so Nash could stand up fully.

“Fuck!” Peter tried to grab the door.

“Just hold on; you’re fine.” Nash had all the control, and after a few strokes, there were no complaints.

Peter’s mouth gaped, but the sides still turned up in a slight smile. He tried to rock back, but Nash had him. Once Peter held still, Nash used one arm to support the dancer and the other to jerk his cock.

“You’re killing me,” Peter said.

“Not as much as you kill me every time I see you naked up there. Your ass is mine.” Nash drove into him harder and stroked his cock.

Groaning, Peter nodded. “I’m all yours. I swear. It’s just a job.”

Nash believed him, but knew he’d fucked customers before. That Terry, for one. Teamwork in the military made all the men feel as if they were brothers. That was one thing, but Nash hated how attached he got when most guys just wanted some fun. He wasn’t meant for casual sex.

“I’m just a fuck buddy to you.” Nash thrust harder into Peter’s body.

The trembling and tightening on his cock made Nash pause. He firmed up his footing and worked Peter’s cock until Nash had the power again.

“No, I want you. Stay all night. Please. Don’t leave me.” Peter screamed the last word as his cum splattered the mirror as his ass milked Nash’s dick.

Nash studied Peter’s face in orgasm and loved the little snarl, then the innocent smile. He could be a choir boy, yet he loved things like this.

Fucking that blond ballet dancer harder, Nash focused on his release and how safe he was. No more barracks or restrictions. He could fuck every guy in Nevada if he wanted, in a hotel room or his place or anywhere. No limits. No disapproval. There was total freedom in his life. Not that it mattered now. He just wanted Peter, and when Nash looked in the mirror and saw Peter’s smile as he watched Nash getting close, it sent him over.

Coming deep in Peter’s body, Nash gasped and groaned. When he caught himself, he realized it was foolish now to keep quiet during sex. “Damn, Peter!” he said loudly as he let Peter’s feet hit the floor again.

“Glad my idea turned you on so much. We can pitch it and see what they think.” Peter craned his neck back and kissed Nash.

“Idea?” Nash couldn’t think about anything but amazing sex and what he’d do to Peter next. “I’m going to take you to bed and suck your cock all night. That’s the only idea I want to think about.”

Chapter Six

A few days later at rehearsal, Peter had convinced Nash to try a generic military training routine. Great nights full of sex and days of flirtation and peace made it seem possible. No more Terry attacks so far. Peter wanted to see what Nash could do.

With Ken among the crowd of dancers, Peter had to be on top of his game. Ken could be judgmental, but Peter doubted he’d be able to handle the routine. It was more muscle than dancing skills.

“So Nash is going to lead a military style workout. The idea of the routine is to show off muscle. He’ll pick on me a little bit and work us hard, run us through the crowd, then we’ll strip.” Peter shrugged. “Sound good?”