Ten

H ow you feeling?" Axel ran his hands behind the cowboy and squeezed his ass while he gyrated on Clint's crotch. "Still… nervous?"

Clint's mind was hazy, his surroundings fading to the edges of his consciousness. All he was aware of was Axel rocking against him, his firm bare cheeks rubbing on his hard cock.

"You don't feel nervous," Axel whispered, his breath quick. "You feel… mmm…" Axel pressed his back to Clint's chest. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Clint slid his arms around the younger man, flattened his palms on Axel's stomach, and rubbed lower. His fingertips burrowed beneath the elastic band of the jock strap. Axel moaned when Clint shoved deeper and massaged his engorged flesh while swaying provocatively to the music.

" Uuhhmm… you're really enjoying this," Axel panted softly. "I know I am."

The cowboy let the music infuse his body. If he started thinking about where he was at and what he was doing… things would go south, and not in a good way. Instead, he imagined him and Axel home alone, rocking to the rhythm of their love and passion. A tiny part of his mind kept them onstage , because—though he wouldn't admit it aloud—there was something fucking hot about dancing on stage this way.

Axel rotated his hips in a sexy, fluid manner, much the same as when they fucked. His erection swelled in Clint's hand when the cowboy matched his rhythm, pumping his precariously contained cock between Axel's sweat-slick cheeks. Clint was almost sure this wasn't meant to evolve into a fuck-fest right there on the club stage, but he was almost as certain it just might.

"You know I always want you," Axel moaned breathlessly. "But right now… I want you more than ever." His gyrating pelvis pushed his hard member back and forth through Clint's snug fist, inside the crotch of the jockeys. " Oh my god…" He shuddered and swallowed thickly. " You're gonna make me cum…"

Clint could say the same. His cock throbbed as he drove his bulge between Axel's warm, damp ass cheeks, again and again, as the boy's dick pulsed and swelled in his hand. Clint abruptly pulled his hand free and spun Axel around, lifted him up, and pinned him against the stripper pole.

" Fuck, yes…" Axel gasped and gripped the pole above his head with both hands and flung his legs around Clint's waist.

The cowboy kissed him hard and grasped the pole behind Axel's back and rolled his hips to the upbeat tempo of the song, grinding his stiff erection against his fiancé's bulging crotch. Axel remained in rhythm with the music, pelvis swaying and gyrating in perfect sync with Clint.

Kane experienced a lightheaded sensation as the Egyptian's unexpected moves pulled him under his spell. Their bodies swayed to a rhythm that was erotically familiar and roused Kane to strip the man of his briefs and dance with him naked.

More than just dance. Kane burned with a rekindled hunger for Cochise, making him forget they weren't alone—or simply not care. Warm breath puffed through his parted lips, growing hotter and quicker. A hearty mix of love and lust glazed the Egyptian's eyes, and he crushed Kane's mouth. His strong hands clamped firmly on the veterinarian's ass, fingers gouging his hard glute muscles, dragging the boxer briefs up between Kane's cheeks.

Their bodies flush, the two muscle men moved as one across the stage, hips locked and rolling, igniting an intoxicating passion that consumed all five senses.

Please, fuck me now. The desperate thought zipped through Kane's head like a shooting star. He barely caught the plea before it surged from his tongue into the Egyptian's mouth—remembering where they were. His throbbing member didn't care that they weren't alone, though, it wanted Cochise now— and be damned who was watching.

"Are you fucking seeing this?" Levi poured two whiskey shots for him and Ricky, then leaned over the bar, watching the stage scene. He tossed back his drink and laughed. "I thought there would be bloodshed before we got those two badasses on stage."

"Mm. Me, too." Ricky pressed up behind his boyfriend, hard as a rock, and reached for his drink, swallowed it in one gulp, then squeezed Levi's slim hips. "This is too fucking hot. I can't take it." He slipped his hands into Levi's crotch and opened his leather pants, then yanked them down—with some effort—over his hips.

Levi squirmed, working his ass back and forth, aiding Ricky's attempt to liberate his delicious rearend.

"Shit," Ricky panted. "Did you pour yourself into these fucking things?"

"Look who's talking?" Levi grinned. "Yours are just as tight."

True. "But mine aren't the problem." He worked the insufferable leather far enough down to expose Levi's perky little ass. "Finally."

"Fuck," Levi snorted. "At least I have a small ass. It would've taken me an hour to free your bubble butt from those drawers. I don't know how the hell you got them pulled up over your jaunty rump."

"Shut up." Ricky chuckled and opened his own pants. "I don't hear you complaining when you're bouncing off this jaunty ass."

"More cushion for the pushin'."

"Shit." Ricky laughed as he shoved down the front of his leather pants, again with some effort, and freed his hard cock. He spit in his palm and slicked his rod, then rubbed more spit into his lover's hole.

" Mm…" Levi moaned, his eyes on the stage. "Fuck, yeah."

Ricky watched the two dancing couples and his dick stretched in his hand. Any luck, and the gangsters would fuck their men right there for Ricky and Levi's viewing pleasure. That was a long shot—but Ricky was an optimistic guy.

Levi sucked in a short breath when Ricky filled his ass with cock. " Fuck…"

"Shit, they're fucking hot," Ricky groaned and thrust deep. "Axel and his gangster, at least, are gonna fuck, I'd bet some serious dough on that." He grunted and fucked his boyfriend harder.

Levi gripped the bar and thrust his ass on Ricky's dick, faster and faster, breath quickening as he stared at the stage. He reached down and grabbed his cock, pumping away, as Ricky drilled his hole.

" Fuck… yes…" Ricky panted heavily, sweat running down his chest and back. He willed the cowboy to free the monster inside his speedos and nail Axel to the pole.