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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?”
    “Sounds like a workout.” One of the men shouted.
    “It will be. Don’t worry if you can’t cut it. A small line of soldiers is fine.” Peter nodded.
    Nash took the lead and started with standard pushups. Then military push-ups, complete with the clap in the middle. Then it was one-handed pushups. Peter’s arms felt as if they were jelly by the time they were done.
    Then jumping jacks, and his ankle ached with those. Peter kept up for the most part and watched Ken out of the corner of his eye. Most of the men were keeping up for now. Next were crunches, and they brought out a bar for chin-ups.
    “I’m out.” Ken shook his head and backed away from the chin-up bar.
    Peter smiled at Nash who nodded in approval. After the chin-up’s, it was toe-touches and the running. Peter’s ankle wobbled a bit, so he grabbed a seat.
    “You too tired?” Nash asked.
    “Ankle, I’m your weak link.” Peter sighed.
    “No, you’ve got an injury. Ken needs to think about retiring.” Nash sat next to Peter.
    “He can still dance. Aggressive exercising is more than he should do. I don’t want a heart attack during the show,” Peter whispered to Nash.
    “Be nice. The military