Reflection of Desire


He reached up and put the money in the girl’s g-string, his fingers brushing the soft skin lightly. He watched her smile as she noted the denomination of the bill, and smiled back automatically. The girl continued to gyrate in front of him, hoping for additional cash and maybe even more, but his attention was already off the girl. She moved on.

Justin took a sip of his scotch, enjoying the fire of it burning down his throat. The smoky liquid suited this place. He watched as another girl stopped in front of him, hoping for a bit of the free flowing cash that seemed to always come from Justin when he came into the club. He repeated his actions with this new girl. And the next. The girls kept coming by, but except for handing over the cash, Justin ignored them.

His eyes were on the reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

Locked on the man dancing behind him.

The dancer was beautiful. Wiry build, strong shoulders, athletic legs. His hair was a tousle of chestnut curls that framed a face that must have fallen from Heaven. Wide blue eyes, strong nose, soft pink lips and cheekbones carved by glass. He’d been coming here every night for a week, sitting at the bar, drinking scotch and paying the women. But Justin always watched the man. Always watched him dance for the women in the other section of the club. He saw the women give him money, tucking it between the elastic of his g-string and his thigh, running their manicured hands down the taunt thigh. Justin watched him smile at the women, giving his best performance, like he always did.

But Justin saw his eyes. And knew.

Justin shifted as the bartender stepped in front of him, refilling his drink but blocking his view. He tossed some bills to the bartender, searching again for the dancer in the mirror. He turned a bit, looking to his left and felt his breath catch.

The man was on a closer table, dancing for a new group of women, but his eyes were locked on Justin. He watched as the man moved and danced with grace and skill and yes, Justin realized, he was doing it for him, not the women stuffing bills in his crotch. Justin shifted in his seat but didn’t release his gaze. Justin watched as the man dipped down, ran his hands over his thighs, outlined his cock, rubbed up his chest, and through his glorious hair, all the time pinning Justin with a hot, hard gaze. Justin stifled a moan as dancer stretched and writhed; he slipped down the table, humping the shiny surface and eliciting screams from the women that surrounded him.

But his eyes were still on Justin.

He finished his dance, gathering the applause and the money from the women on that side of the club, then disappeared through a curtain into the back. Justin released the breath he was holding, willing his erection away.


Justin cursed as the opened the door of the club, realizing it was raining and his car was across the lot. He hunched his shoulders against the rain, walking briskly toward his car. He pulled his keys from his pocket, cursing as they slipped from his hands as he tried to put them in the lock. He bent down to get them, snagging them from the wet pavement and rising from ground.

And found himself face to face with the dancer.

The rain had drenched him, his clothes sticking to his skin, his curls plastered to his head. The drops of rain fell along his skin like pearls, shining in the light coming from above. Justin’s breathing increased, becoming rapid and shallow. Just watched as the dancer lifted a hand towards Justin, running a wet finger across Justin’s lips. He parted them, slipping the finger inside, biting gently. The dancer’s eyes narrowed at the action, a smile crossing his soft pink lips. Justin watched as those same lips came closer to him…

Their mouths met softly, nibbling and licking and sucking each others lips, learning the taste and texture of each others mouths. The kiss was the only contact for a few long moments, until the dancer reached up and pulled Justin closer.

The feel of hot skin through wet clothes made both of them gasp, tearing apart the kiss in surprise, only to re-attach themselves in an instant. But this kiss wasn’t gentle. This kiss was hot and wet and wild and hard. Their hands roamed across each others bodies, pulling and pushing and tearing at clothes. Justin felt the dancer’s hands at his jeans, unbuttoning the wet denim and inserting his hands into Justin’s heat. Justin moaned at the action, pushing against the rough hand on his cock.

Justin returned the favor, moving his hands down the dancer’s wonderful body, thanking God for the warm-up pants he was wearing, and pushed his hand inside. The dancer’s cock was hard and strong, thrusting already against Justin’s encircling hand. Justin felt the dancer push his jeans down farther, pulling him close and rubbing their erections together. Justin pulled his hand out from between their bodies, groaning at the sensation of the dancer’s hands on his ass, feeling those long, talented fingers against his most sensitive areas.

Justin almost screamed when those fingers were removed, but soon gasped as he found himself against the hood of his car, bent face down, his hands sliding over the wet metal. He felt the dancer behind him, running one of those wonderful hands down his ass again, sliding himself between Justin’s cheeks, rubbing his engorged cock against Justin’s entrance. The other hand anchored Justin against the car as the dancer pushed inside.

He was big and hard and rough and Justin thought he would die from the pleasure. The dancer slammed into Justin again and again, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and easy, but always with a commanding power. Justin felt the dancer’s hand slip between his body and the car, grasping his cock and holding Justin tight as they moved in a slick dance of passion.

Justin was in a dizzy of emotion and sensation, from the rain pouring down to cold metal under his skin to the hot man behind him making him scream. He felt a sharp shiver of pleasure as he exploded against the car, collapsing and enjoying the dancer’s finish inside him, falling against Justin’s back with a shudder.

They separated slowly, buttoning pants and pulling down shirts in silence. Justin watched as the dancer leaned down and picked up something from the ground, offering it to Justin.

His keys.

Justin held out a hand and the keys dropped into his palm. He looked at the dancer’s face, noting that the slight smile had reappeared on those soft pink lips.

Justin stared as the dancer bent again, picking up his gym bag from the ground and turning away from Justin. He reached an old pick-up parked near by, pausing as he opened the door, looking back at Justin. “I’m Josh,” he said softly, “and I work again tomorrow.”

Justin watched as he drove away.



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