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“You’ll be
great. I promise.”
    A low sigh slid up his throat and he cast one
last look around for Dane, but the man seemed to be M.I.A.
     
    ***
     
    The two young men emerged onto stage and the
men in the audience raised their voices, eager for the show. It was
a small gathering, which was probably just as well for Angel’s
sake. The boy was clearly nervous as hell up there.
    Cole walked over closer to the stage area and
stood at the back. When Angel caught his eye briefly, he smiled and
winked, giving the kid an encouraging nod.
    “How do you think he’ll do?” Gabe asked,
appearing at his side.
    “He should be fine.” Cole murmured. “Ricky
will see him through it.”
    Gabe rubbed a slow hand over his mouth. “It
should be Dane up there with him.”
    “He should be.” Cole’s eyes darted around the
club. “Have you even seen him this evening?”
    “Earlier.” Gabe said. “But then he just
disappeared.”
    Cole grunted and returned his attention to
the stage. The music came on, an upbeat song that wasn’t too fast but
had a moderate beat and nice dancing rhythm. Ricky rested his hands
on Angel’s hips and began to move both of their bodies together.
Angel fell into the rhythm nicely. He had a natural grace and
movement, but his nervousness still shown through. He was doing
good though, following Ricky’s lead, allowing his body to sway and
rock gently, seductively. The men watching were displaying no
complaints as they moved closer to the edge of the stage.
    Quite skillfully, Ricky danced both himself
and Angel close to the men, allowing them to stuff their G-strings
with bills.
    “He’s doing good.” Cole murmured. Gabe nodded
silently.
    The routine continued to go well and Angel
seemed to be relaxing–until Ricky moved him up against the pole. A
sudden stiffness gripped the boy and he froze, clutching the metal
rod in tight fists.
    “What’s wrong with him?” Gabe asked low,
tight.
    “I don’t know.” Cole frowned as he watched
Ricky attempt to keep the rhythm as he whispered in Angel’s ear.
The boy shook his head and he seemed on the verge of breaking down.
He suddenly pulled away from Ricky and rushed off stage.
    Stunned, Ricky shot a quick glance towards
Cole and Gabe. Cole gestured that he would take care of it and for
Ricky to go ahead and finish the routine.
    “Come on.” Cole nudged Gabe’s arm and they
moved quickly towards the back of the club.
    “What do you think happened?” Gabe asked with
concern.
    Cole shook his head silently. Angel had
looked as if he were having some form of panic attack .
     
    ***
     
    The pillow pressed against Max’s cheek as he
hugged it close, body tense. He closed his eyes and focused on the
pleasurable sensations Dane’s lips and fingertips were creating as
they moved down his back. A deep breath pulled into his lungs when
the man kissed the small of his back then the upper swell of his
rear. He had a touch that could soothe away heartache, if only for
awhile.
    “You have a beautiful body.” Dane murmured.
His hands rubbed down over his firm backside and his cheeks
instinctively flexed against his palms, inciting the man to squeeze
a little. “And your ass is just… heavenly .” With that compliment, he began
to drop kisses down the crease between his cheeks.
    Max moaned and lifted up to him a bit, his
cock hard as steel underneath him.
    Dane’s thumbs slipped between his cheeks and
he spread him open, dragging a single thumb tip down through the
crack, massaging his tight entrance.
    “Fuck .” He breathed hard and shoved his face into
the pillow, his anal ring flexing and squeezing with anticipation.
Another gasp burst from him when Dane’s warm, slick tongue circled
the puckered hole then pushed into it, stabbing at it gently. “Uh!” Max
bit the pillow, body straining.
    Squeezing his cheeks harder, Dane licked up
through his crease then down low, grabbing at his sac with his
lips, sucking his full balls.
    “God!” Max panted,