Chapter 2
“I'm still sticky on the inside”

He couldn't believe he was there again... It was like an addiction, it seemed. This was the fifth night in a row when Corey performed. Jim just... couldn't stay away. They were working together now at day time, but once the darkness fell onto the streets of this town, things seemed to become different. In this case more carnal. He felt like a predator hungrily watching his prey, but to be honest, it often felt the opposite way to Jim. Often it was as if he was the prey who always tried to slip away from something that had 'dangerous' written all over it.

He tried to behave professionally at the studio, but there were... difficult moments to be around the very fucking multi-talented guy. He also had a wicked humor and it seemed that a silly kind of nature which only started to show at work. Jim opened up a bit more too and joked around with Corey, but this... seeing that sinful look and the way he moved up on stage was what Jim really missed from their daily interactions. Of course at least this way – like being in an alternate dimension or some shit – his wish was granted.

Not that he wouldn't disappear after each of Corey's performances as if the building was on fire... But with every night it was becoming harder and harder. And now... just in that moment as their eyes met for a long moment and he saw Corey's red, red lips pull up into a lopsided grin, Jim knew that tonight he was going to stay...

The small man got used to walking on stage and looking to the usual place Jim preferred to sit at. His very own regular client... That thought always made him giggle and often came on his mind during their daytime job too. Of course he could see and feel the hungry eyes of his guitarist there too.

The song writing went great and they really got along perfectly profession-wise and as like... friends... or something…

By that night Corey worked up the habit to preform mainly for Jim. Search his face for reactions... What this tall handsome biker would really like... And in his stupid romantic heart he was already trying to please him and seduce him, even if he knew he should be smarter than that.

And that night… he looked deep into the hazel eyes and saw it... Jim maybe made up his mind...

After storming off stage, he walked to the bar chewing on his lip nervously. Maybe he just wanted it too much. He is stupid and acts like a lovesick teenager... Jim always leaves after he gets off stage…

Jim seemed to have noticed those subtle things about Corey and his performance... As if he was dancing for him, though they didn't always maintain eye-contact. It was like a gut feeling for Jim, even if his insecurities tried to undermine what he felt. Yes, his rational mind was telling him 'no' or rather was yelling it at him. This was going to end bad, he knew from first hand... Still, he couldn't control his heart and desires. And what harm could a lap dance do, right?

Jim finished his big glass of whiskey to get some liquid encouragement into him and got up from his usual spot to search for the short redhead. He probably believed that Jim would vanish that night too like on every other one.

It didn't take long for him to spot said dancer as he was hurrying towards the bar. Seemingly appearing from nowhere he cut him off. "Hi..." he smiled down at Corey from close with a little shyness and blushing as he held out a 20. "If you're not busy... do you think you have some time for me maybe?"

Corey literally bumped into the big guy's chest and blinked at the 20-dollar bill and up at the blushing man for a good few seconds. "Of course... Come with me to the back," he grinned from ear-to-ear and turned some similar red shade as he led Jim to the private rooms at the back.

It was a small box of a room with a curtain for a door, a comfy couch and a little side table with some drinks on top.

"Anything special you have in mind?" Corey asked while he gently pushed Jim to sit down. "And remember... I can touch... You can watch..." he winked stepping back to eye his prey being right where he wanted him.

A blushing Corey – even under the makeup – was cute as hell, if anyone asked Jim. He held onto the small hand maybe a bit firmer than it was necessary, but he was excited. And it showed not only from his half-hard bulge, but also from his eyes and flushed cheeks. Damn, he acted like a teenager though this wasn't his first rodeo, so to say.

Jim barely looked around in the small room. All he was interested in was the man standing in front of him. Getting into a more comfortable position in his worn jeans, boots, Mastodon T-shirt and red and black lumberjack shirt over it, he nodded and put his hands on the couch next to his thighs.

"I promise I'll be a good boy," he nodded, not being able to hold that comment back as he let his darkened hazel eyes size up Corey's body hungrily. "No... was thinking just... going with the flow. Letting you work your magic on me..."

"Hmm... Okay... Good boys are my favorite kind..." Corey said with a naughty tone and pulled his torn tee over his head and threw it against the blushing man. "Do tell me, Jim... What kind of boys do you like?" he crooned and keeping the hazel eyes trapped with his blue ones, he closed the distance between them and let his thigh touch the sitting man's knee as he leaned over Jim, supporting himself on the back of the couch, holding the other man between his tattooed arms, head moving to make his curls on one side brush over the bearded face.

Jim was watching every move mesmerized and even groaned quietly as the tattooed upper-body was revealed in front of him. The light glinted on the piercing in Corey's nipple and Jim was dying to touch or suck it, but knew that he couldn't, so he dug his nails into the couch under him. He promised to behave... Even if this all was already him breaking the rules he'd set for himself before arriving to town.

Briefly closing his eyes as Corey's hair brushed against his face, Jim inhaled his scent deeply then looked up into his eyes again, feeling his half-hard cock deciding that it liked what was going on.

"They look pretty much like you, to be honest... Small, innocent-looking yet fierce... If they are talented and can move, well those are big bonuses too..." he chuckled slightly out of breath as he let his eyes wander down on the length of Corey's small yet muscular and strong body. He was especially mesmerized by those wide hips. "What about you, handsome?"

"Good answer… You deserve a reward…" Corey flashed the sluttiest smirk at Jim and knelt up on the couch, Jim's long thighs between his as he leaned back a bit to move his naked chest closer to the bearded face, his fingers gently brushing over the trapped man's nape.

" I've already told you that I picked you out the first night you were here. What luck, huh?" he asked playfully and swayed his hips leaning to Jim's ear. "We both like each other... What can come from that...? What you think?" he whispered and with each word puffed his hot breath against Jim’s ear.

Grabbing onto his shoulder with one hand strongly, he drew a circle with his hips and let his upper body slightly touch Jim's.

Jim felt like a moth drawn to the flame. He reacted exactly as one might expect from a man in such a situation. He was getting hard, the jeans already uncomfortably tight, but he loved every second of this torture. Even if he wanted more. Corey... well, he knew how to drive a man crazy, that was for sure. But it wasn't just his body, but his whole being that just did it for Jim.

Goose bumps appeared on Jim's skin all over his body and he moaned softly as he listened to the small redhead, welcoming the slight brushing of Corey's chest against his.

Jim was dying to get more physical contact, but he promised... He knew the rules of stripper clubs, even if Corey was more than just a dancer to him. "I can think of many things that could come out of our... mutual interest..." he pulled himself together enough to kinda tease Corey back.

"Oh, really?" Corey pulled back and acted surprised. "You must tell me some of that... Please, Jim... I'm dying to hear your thoughts about us..." he moaned as he spoke and acted as he always did with such daddy type bikers.

He even managed to turn around on top of Jim, with enough body contact, of course, and with his back arched and pushing out his small short-covered ass, he grabbed the big very behaving hands at Jim's thighs while he moved slowly and moaned just as if he was riding the very visible hardness of the other man.

Corey's body brushing against his more felt like oil being thrown on the fire. Jim felt his hands being touched and he dropped his head back on the couch on a silent moan. He couldn't stop himself from rubbing Corey's hands a bit and bucking his hips up to find more friction for his trapped cock.

"I could worship you for hours..." Jim nearly purred into Corey's ear. "Make you ride me... Or I could just fuck you... Slow at first then rough... Then slow again. Would you like that? Feeling it for days?" he whispered his dirty thoughts, giving the redhead a glimpse into another side of his.

"Oh my gosh, Jim…" Corey moaned and turned to let Jim see his face and almost glowing blue eyes. "I want that so much... Ever since I saw you at the bar... Jim could you really fuck me good and hard like that? Making me your obedient little bitch...?" he whispered in Jim's ear, pressing his chest – and even rubbed it – against the other one. "Can I kiss your skin, Jim? You allow me that?"

"Oh yeah... I could definitely give it to you good... Hmm I like the sound of that... My obedient little bitch..." he answered turning his head to be able to look into the slightly hazy eyes. From that look it became evident to the biker that this wasn't affecting just him. Though he was about to lose it, he knew...

"You can do whatever you want... if you rub against my groin and I can finally touch you a bit in return..." he said a bit bolder, hoping that it wasn't going over the line.

Corey groaned a long and honest one from the bottom of his heart. He leaned in to bite and kiss into Jim's neck, and moved the big hands around his body. Finally lowering himself and fully straddling the bigger man, he almost cried out from the friction as their hard dicks rubbed together and he bit his way up to the inviting earrings and sucked and chewed hard on them.

Jim couldn't hold back a deep moan either both from the small body fucking finally rubbing against his aching cock and the sucking on his earlobe. They both gave him a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

He was so overwhelmed by these sensations that he let his hands took hold of the small firm body nearly roughly, kneading and grabbing Corey wherever he could. Especially on his short-covered butt to make him press harder against him, guiding his dirty moves.

"Fucking hell!" he yelled out and just after a few more moments, he cried out and came hard into his pants, his groans and moans of pleasure filling the small room.

To silence those moans of joy, Corey pressed his red lisp to Jim's and kissed him deep and filled with wild passion and his own moans and whines joined into the muffled sounds.

He brought the tall man down in flames... And now he couldn't stop grinding his own hard aching meat to the hot groin of Jim to chase his own pleasures.

"Fuck... I want you so much..." he breathed leaving the plump sweet lips and reached for Jim's hand to make him grab his butt harder as he joined the blissed out man trembling in his orgasm.

Jim completely fell apart under the fierce redhead and watched him with hazy half-opened eyes, grabbing him painfully hard as Corey was riding out his own pleasure, coming into his tiny leather shorts.

His muttered words made Jim's heart beat faster, the amazing taste of Corey's lips lingering on Jim's lips – just like some of the smeared red lipstick.

He was gone for this guy so hard, but in that moment he didn't care just enjoyed the afterglow of their intense orgasm.

Corey dropped on top of Jim, hiding his face into the long neck. Hugging the other man strong as he softly moaned his pleasure with closed eyes and panting.

He felt so liberated and high like he hasn’t in a long time. He meant his words... And the fact that Jim finally took a step towards getting close to him, and wanted him too... as it seemed, melted his very core with the flames that he knew well how dangerous it was to play with.

Slowly coming around, he nuzzled and kissed the fragrant neck. He pulled back to smile at Jim's face and peck his lips. "I love crossing lines… But don't tell anyone you got a special treatment here," he said between the small sweet pecks and giggled. "I have to go now..." he said looking deep into Jim's eyes then pressed one last long kiss to his lips. "There's wet tissue to clear the lipstick... and stuff…" he giggled again and like a mirage vanishing disappeared from the small room.

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