So I just finished writing chapter 3 and so I thought I could give you chapter 2 already! Enjoy =)

Warning: Slight smut. It's like the slightest of smut ever... :D

Please review and tell me what you think in the end =) It'd really mean a lot to me to know how people think about it!

The hours went by and short before midnight Nick found himself in the disco, the alcohol making him light-headed and adrenalin pulsating in his veins because of the loud music.

Two more shows he had watched already, one at the show room and one at the disco, hoping to see this mysterious blond Ivan again, without success.

Wes and Thad were already wasted, dancing somewhere in the crowd and having a good time while Flint found a flirt for the night. Trent and David had decided to stay at the show room and Sebastian disappeared half an hour ago and ever since Nick hadn't seen him anymore.

Just as he was about to order a coke with vodka a hand was placed on his shoulder and he turned around in surprise, only to find himself looking into Sebastian's brown eyes.

He saw that the boy's mouth was moving as if he was to say something to Nick but due to the loud music and his lack of attention which he blamed on the alcohol he didn't understand a word.

The taller boy must have interpreted the confused look on his face right so he just rolled his eyes and grabbed after Nick's wrist, dragging him out of the disco, upstairs and into the foyer. The red lights now slightly hurt his eyes and he could already feel a pounding in his head. Tomorrow he would for sure have a hangover.

"What's up Seb?" His voice was more high-pitched than usual and now that the buzzing of the music stopped he only started to feel how much he drunk he actually was already.

Sebastian smirked and led him into the show room again where he spotted his other two friends sitting there and smiling at him wickedly.

"Okay seriously, why are you all looking at me like this? Stop it, that's creepy!" Nick frowned as Seb patted him on the shoulder. "Nicky, we thought we should give you a little present for your 18th birthday. It's the most special date next to 16 and 21 and we decided to give you something special."

Nick blinked at them questioningly: "And that would be?"

Sebastian pushed the smaller boy into a certain direction and the other ones laughed and waved at him amused. "Have fun!" he could hear Trent say as he stumbled after Sebastian who led him in a small hallway that was barely visible from the room.

The left side of the room was blank while on the right side there were several white doors with numbers starting by 1. On the end of the gang was another door in red with black capital letters saying 'PRIVATE'.

"Room number 6 is yours. Go inside and make yourself comfortable, Ivan will join you in a few minutes."

Nick froze at Sebastian's words, turning to him slowly. "You've got to be kidding me."

There was a smug smile on his lips: "He's the hardest stripper to get. Ivan either doesn't want to do those private shows or he's completely overbooked. But don't worry little Nicky, with money and your uncle as the owner of the club, everything is possible."

The brunets' mouth fell open as he stared at his friend. Was he really getting the honor to spend time alone with the blond man from on the stage earlier? Would he move his hips like this again and have the same turned on facial expression, so full of lust- and all of that only for Nick?

"T-thank you!" Nick mumbled as a huge smirk spread all over his face and he pulled Seb into a quick hug before entering room number 6.

The first thing he noticed was that the room was still empty and he took in his surroundings. The white light was dimmed down. In the middle of the room stood another strip pole and in front of that a chair. On one of the walls were a comfortable looking black leather couch and a black glass cabinet, showing of handcuffs, lashes and sex toys that Nick didn't even have names for. He gulped and tugged at the hem of his shirts collar. What was he getting himself into there? He knew that Sebastian had told them that sex usually wasn't something that happened in here unless the strippers were willing to sleep with you and you gave them enough money but who knew how much they had spent that man to probably sleep with Nick. They all thought that Nick wasn't a virgin anymore, even Trent. It wasn't like he had ever told them that he lost his innocents to someone else but he also never said that he hadn't have sex before when he got asked- he had always just found the right answer to avoid the truth.

Nick felt dizzy from the alcohol and nervousness washed over him. What even was that? He hasn't been nervous about something in years, except when he was performing with the Warblers on stage.

He decided to sit down on the couch and started playing with his fingers, drawing random patterns on his jeans while biting on his lips. Ever since this Ivan first entered the stage Nick was not able to get him out of his head anymore. He didn't even know why. Was it that young look of the man or the way he moved, the gorgeous face or the blond hair? Nick really couldn't tell, but what he knew was that his body felt all tingly when he even thought about the fact that he would meet him pretty soon.

If Sebastian really paid enough money so they both would have sex, he didn't know if he should take the chance or say no.

Nick was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize the door opening and someone entering the room. Only when it was closed with a louder noise he jumped and looked up.

There he was standing- Ivan. Nick made a mental note to himself that he had to find out his real name tonight.

He was now dressed into a white bottom-up whose first 4 buttons were open and revealing a bit of his chest, black shorts and his biker boots again.

Ivan eyed Nick from head to toe, his hands crossed in front of his chest and cocked an eyebrow as he started talking: "Aren't you a little too young for actually being at a strip club?"

His voice- the brunet almost thought he'd fall of the couch. It was smooth and rough at the same time and it was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever heard in his life. Damn, where did all this weird lovey-dovey thoughts suddenly come from?

Nick cleared his throat before answering: "This is actually my 18th birthday today and one of my friends' uncle owns the bar."

"You know that what we are doing here is illegal, right?" The blond stepped close enough to run a finger over Nick's shoulder and making him shiver slightly at the touch.

"What exactly are we doing here?" he squeaked and cursed his voice for showing that he was a little nervous.

Until now Ivan's face was straight and serious but now the corners of his mouth pulled up to a half-hearted smirk. "A little jittery, aren't we? Don't be pretty boy. We don't want you to feel uncomfortable on your birthday, right? Just relax and enjoy the show. What's your name?"

"N-Nick!" the brunet stuttered. He suddenly felt so small next to this gorgeous man. He had never felt like this before- where was his usual self-esteem gone when he needed it the most?

"What a nice name. I am Ivan- it's very nice to meet you."

With those words the man grabbed his hand and pulled him off the couch and to the chair, pressing him down on it with force and turning to the pole.

"There's no need for you to be nervous. All you will do is sit there and watch me dance for you, alright?"

Nick nodded hastily and Jeff continued: "There's one rule though for you. No touching under the hips and no kissing- at all!"

A sigh of relief escaped the boys lips as he heard those words and all of the tenseness of his body disappeared within seconds. If he wasn't even allowed to touch Ivan's penis, they wouldn't have sex for sure. But why did he all of a sudden feel disappointed? His hormones clearly overreacted tonight.

Nick watched as Ivan went to the stereo and pushed some buttons before seductive sounds filled the room. He went back to the pole then, his hands grabbing the cold metal as he slowly walked around it, his hips swinging to the beat with every move he made, his eyes focusing on Nick with an intense stare as if he was about to rip the boys clothes off and ravish him right then and there.

His hands slid over his own body, toying with the hem of his shirt as he made his way to Nick and started unbuttoning the first two buttons.

He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over the boys' ear, tickling it and making him shiver.

"Do you want to take it off for me?" he purred and Nick didn't need to hear the words twice. His hands shot up to the fabric and with shaking fingers he fumbled around until he finally got them all open, his hand accidently brushing over Ivan's six-pack, causing the man to moan.

Nick closed his eyes for a second and gulped, well aware of the rising arousal in his pants for the probably fifth time tonight. Something about this place made him really horny.

Hearing Ivan moan like this- just like he imagined earlier during the show- was so much better than he thought it would be. In the back of his head he of course knew that this all was just show and Ivan probably wasn't the slightest bit horny and that really concerned Nick. He wanted the man to want him as bad as he wanted him right now. It would never happen, he was well aware of that, but he still wished it would.

Nick already had sexual contact with people that were a little bit older than him but he was sure that Ivan was even older than them and to be honest it really turned him on.

The male straightened himself again; his eyes still fixed on Nick, as he slowly started sliding the fabric down his muscular shoulders and arms and discarded it on the floor.

"You like what you see?" he asked innocently, his hands roaming over his abs, up to his chest and nipples before dipping down again to the waistband of his shorts. He teasingly pulled them down a little with one hand while the other one disappeared completely under it. Nick could only imagine what Ivan did to himself by the movements in his pants and the lust-filled moans escaping his mouth.

Again he went to the pole and started dancing against it, grinding and winding those sweet hips to the rhythm of the beat temptingly.

Nick's nails dug in his jeans as he watched, absorbing every movement closely. He never wanted this to end. He wanted to sit here until eternity and watch Ivan dance just for him.

After some time on the pole, Ivan unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor as well, where they joined his bottom-up. He was standing there in black boxer briefs now which coaxed his perfect body even more.

Nick couldn't stop taking his eyes of this chest, these abs and especially the V-trail down to Ivan's private parts. Oh what wouldn't he give to be able to lick his path down there, sucking at the smooth skin and biting down harshly, leaving angry red marks there that would remind Ivan of him for at least the next two days.

The blond made his way to Nick again, leaned in and started to kiss along his jaw and down his neck. He pulled away and turned around, starting to rub his perfectly defined ass against Nick's lap. The brunet blushed furiously, well aware of the fact that Ivan was able to feel his erection and his delicious ass rubbing against it sure didn't make it any better.

It all felt like a dream to Nick- a gorgeous man dancing in front of him, just for him. Maybe this really was just a dream and he was sure that he never wanted to wake up again- ever.

Time flew by and as the music ended, Ivan stood in front of Nick and smiled at him, ruffling through his hair. "I hope you enjoyed the show pretty boy." He winked at him and held a hand out to him to help him up from the chair.

"C-can I ask you a question?" Nick asked. Damn, why did he always start to stutter in front of this man? He sure thought of him as a little insecure kid now. Great!
"Go ahead!"

"How old are you?" he asked curiously.

"How old do you think I am?" Ivan replied.

Nick thought about his answer for a second. "Well you look like 17 but I am sure that you are at least 21!"

A smirk spread over Ivan's face. "Well thank you for that compliment but I am actually 24."

For a moment Nick stared at him blankly before he had his facial expression under control again. This guy was 6 years older than him? That was quite a difference.

"And what's your real name?"

All of a sudden Ivan's smile disappeared and there was a dangerous glance in his eyes. "My name is Ivan, but you can call me however you want to. I think it's better for you to leave now!" He opened the door demanding and Nick ducked his head down in shame. He obviously upset the blond and that was not what he wanted, not at all!
"I am sorry!" he muttered and walked out of the room. As soon as he was outside, the door was closed behind him and his shoulders slumped down.

He really didn't want to be nosy or something and he also didn't want to hit a sore spot of the man.

With a sigh he went down the hallway again to the show room, where a show was going on right now, featuring the red haired man from earlier.

Nick spotted all of his friends on one of the tables, Wes being already asleep while the others watched in excitement- even David, whom the alcohol seemed to turn gay all of a sudden.

"How's it been?" Seb smirked as Nick sat down next to him.

Nick shrugged his shoulders. "It was pretty amazing until the end, where I totally upset him!"

Seb cocked an eyebrow questioningly but the brunet only shook his head. "I'll tell you tomorrow, for right now I just want to enjoy the rest of the night and get wasted!"

Jeff sighed heavily as he dragged himself up the stairs to the tiny apartment he shared with his best friend. It was 6 a.m. and today had been an exhausting day and he was more than glad to know that his bed was already waiting for him.

He searched for the keys and unlocked the door that always squeaked ever since he first moved to this apartment 8 years ago. The sound caused him to flinch but he wouldn't want to have it any other way- it was the sound that told him that he was finally home again.

He entered the small foyer and kicked of his shoes, ready to go right to his room as a voice stopped him, coming from the kitchen.

"Is it true?"

Jeff rolled his eyes as he entered the only room that was lighten up by light and saw his fellow lodger sitting on the battered kitchen bench seat, drinking a glass of milk and reading through today's newspaper. The furniture was old but to Jeff it had always had his own charm.

"Is what true?" he got himself a glass of water and sat down next to Tanner, reaching for the cultural part of the paper that his friend always put aside for him.

He started reading an article and as he was halfway through, Tanner spoke up again: "Is it true that you did a private show today?"

"What if I did?" Jeff didn't bother to look up. "You do those all the time!" Suddenly the paper was gone and he was staring at the surface of the kitchen table. Tanner was holding the newspaper in his hand and looked at Jeff in concern. "But you never really do them because you hate what you do and just the regular shows are pure horror for you!"

Jeff shrugged his shoulders. "The boy paid me a lot of money which we both need, as you may know."

"The boy?"

He just shook his head and stood up to put the glass into the sink. "Look Tanner, I really don't want to talk about it right now, okay? I'll go to bed now, good night!" Without looking back at the red-haired man he left the kitchen and went to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

He walked straight to the bathroom and undressed himself quickly, stepped under the shower and turned on the hot water. As the first drops touched his body, his tense muscles started to slacken and he rubbed his hands over his face to get off all the make-up.

As soon as he put on eyeliner and such, he wasn't himself anymore, he wasn't Jeff- he turned into Ivan instead. And to be completely honest he hated Ivan. There was nothing more disgusting then dancing for horny men that would love to ravish you right then and there on stage, their lame verdicts to try and get him into bed.

For them his body was nothing more than an object- something you can admire and play with as long as it's fun but when it gets boring you just throw it away.

The boy Jeff danced for today, Nick, he was exactly the same. He had seen the look in his eyes, the need to feel him and touch him. It made Jeff feel disgusting, like he was a cheap worthless whore. What was the difference between him and prostitutes? Both of them sold their bodies, both of them for sex in different ways. But in a way Nick had been worse than everyone else because he did want to know Jeff's real identity. There's only one thing the blond man ever swore to himself and that was that he'd never let become Ivan Jeff during his job. Everyone had to call him by his pseudonym as soon as he entered the club, even Tanner. No one had ever broken the rule, none of his colleagues and never a guest.

Jeff stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself into a big blue fluffy towel. His wet hair was sticking on his forehead and hanging slightly into his eyes. He quickly dried himself and changed into a Shirt and comfortable sweatpants, washed his teeth and made sure that there were no residuals of make-up on his face before he went back to his room and flopped down on the mattress and pulled the blanket over him. He grabbed a notebook and pen from his nightstand and turned to the blank page where he last stopped writing at. Quickly he over-read the last few lines he had written before continuing where he had left off.

To write had always been Jeff's way of expressing himself. He had a diary where he wrote in all his thoughts, secrets and things he needed to get off of his chest and he had his notebook, in which he wrote his stories. Stories that he formed in his head about a person whose life was at its lowest, but in the end it always ended right. It was Jeff's little world he could always go to when he was depressed because it was the place he only had for himself. It was free of people that had urges like sex and it always contained the one true love. It was Jeff's opinion of paradise and one day he still hoped for it to become reality.

TBC soon =)

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