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    and thoroughly kissed by strong but soft lips surrounded by equally soft facial hair that tickled. For a moment he tasted salmon and something peppery, possibly spinach. At least Nicky had eaten this time.
    “You fucking bastard,” Nicky groaned when they came up for air. “You’re a fucking bastard for fucking my client in my dressing rooms.”
    Jonas could tell Nicky was angry with him, but it didn’t stop the young man from almost ripping Jonas’s clothes off. This wasn’t an easy task, since Nicky didn’t stop rubbing his obvious erection against Jonas’s groin so Jonas could tell he wasn’t just mad, he was horny too.
    “Why did you bring him?” Nicky asked in between kisses.
    “I didn’t. He brought me,” Jonas answered, helping Nicky out of his T-shirt.
    Their bodies collided when Nicky lowered his arms again.
    “Why?”
    Jonas chuckled. “I’m discreet, Nicky. I don’t talk about my clients.”
    Nicky stepped back, indignation in his face. “You were having sex with him in my dressing room!”
    “Technically it was our dressing room in your studio!”
    “But you knew I’d hear every moan, every breath, every move you made!”
    Jonas couldn’t help being amused by Nicky’s attitude. “I’m sorry about that…. What can I say? He got what he likes most, and I have a nice suit designed by you.”
    “Oh, flattery will get you everywhere.” They kissed again passionately and panted when they came up for air.
    “He’s my client too and likes sex with an audience. I aim to please,” Jonas admitted, while he was trying to get Nicky more 26
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    naked. “Besides, I didn’t fuck him. He fucked me, which was quite welcome after you made me so horny.”
    Nicky stopped kissing and moved away, his eyes never leaving Jonas’s as he got supplies from the bedside table. It was then that Jonas noticed that the rather opulent-looking Rococo bed had been replaced by a modern one, and that made him smile, remembering Nicky’s bad memories of the old bed.
    They were both naked now, and there was just enough light in the room for Jonas to see that any trace of make-up was gone from Nicky’s face. He felt stared-at though, as Nicky prowled around him like a leopard ready for the kill. He expected Nicky to launch at him again any time and was grateful he was still close to the wall. To his surprise, Nicky sank to his knees in front of him and took Jonas’s cock in his mouth, licking it, worshipping it with his tongue. Jonas groaned at the contact. He’d been hard since he’d heard Nicky’s voice on his voicemail and had resisted jacking off in the shower.
    Fuck, where was his professional detachment now? Nicky clearly enjoyed what he was doing to him, and Jonas needed all his stamina not to come down the young man’s throat. Just as he thought he could no longer hold back, Nicky stopped. He ripped open a condom, rolled it onto Jonas’s erection and raised himself. The bottle of lube in his hand, he drizzled it abundantly over the condom before wrapping his arms around Jonas’s neck and kissing him again.
    “Now fuck me until we both see stars,” Nicky commanded, pulling Jonas around until it was Nicky’s back that was against the wall.
    “I need to prep you,” Jonas murmured against Nicky’s mouth.
    “I’m not hurting you again.”
    “I liked still being able to feel you two days later,” Nicky said coyly. Seeing the disapproval on Jonas’s face, he added, “I prepped myself after I called you. I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait once you got here.”
    “I would have loved to have seen that.” Jonas smiled.

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    “Next time,” Nicky whispered as he lifted one of his long legs, and Jonas hooked it over his arm. Pushing the young man against the wall with his chest, he lined up his cock and thrust inside in one long, slow push.
    “Fuck yeah, that’s it, Jonas,” Nicky urged him on. “You feel so fucking good. Did Chris feel this good inside you?” A little startled by Nicky’s question, Jonas didn’t move right away, telling himself it was because he wanted to give Nicky the time to adjust. “I don’t talk about my clients with other clients,” he said, realizing how cold it sounded. However, that was his policy.
    Discretion was a large part of his success.
    Nicky urged him to move by fucking himself on Jonas’s cock, and Jonas complied as it dawned on him that Nicky wasn’t taking being called a client personally.
    “You’re