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Hey, finished edits for STUCK ON REWIND and should be getting a release date soon. In the meantime, Ashton’s on his way to work, leaving Lance and Trey alone in his apartment.
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Ashton groaned, his heart sinking along with the elevator. He knew what they were doing in his apartment, without him. They would stand close, a hairsbreadth from each other as they practiced the intricate steps, Trey’s exhaled breath stirring Lance’s ash-blond hair. The music would be soft, seductive, with an underlying beat that would drive the blood pounding through the audience. Their routines were mostly dance, an erotic tango. They never touched until the viewers’ nerves twitched in anticipation. Then the shared gasp of the audience when lips brushed, thighs rubbed, fingers slipped momentarily under fabric. A total seduction of the senses.
They never used poles in their routines. Never needed them. They used each other’s bodies, Lance nearly sliding down Trey’s muscular chest, teeth almost grazing a bulging crotch on the way to his knees. Trey would thrust his hips, never making contact with Lance’s glistening lips, but the lust-maddened crowd would groan, wanting Trey to remove the thin fabric covering Lance’s thick cock. But the dancers were in their own world, lost in the music and each other.
The elevator came to a stop, and Ashton quickly adjusted his dick before the doors slid open onto the parking lot. He hurried to his Honda and climbed behind the wheel, then slammed the door shut. When the music ended upstairs, would Lance take Trey to bed? Ashton winced and closed his eyes in pain.