Secret Prayer Ch. 03

The music started up, a classic rock song by Steppenwolf called "Born to be Wild." Gage knew this song, of course, but it felt like hearing it for the first time as he watched Jarek start his routine. Gage sat down not too far from the stage, watching as Jarek moved around and lost parts of his costume as he went.

There had been quite a few times that Gage had seen Jarek half naked now, usually just in shorts after a shower, but this was entirely new. There had been so many times he had thought about kissing Jarek, or feeling their bodies pressed together, but right then was the first time that Gage ever seriously considered what else he might want to do with Jarek, and none of it was family friendly.

He had, of course, considered to himself whether gay sex was something he could handle. He'd done his own research before his mission ever came up, so he knew what it entailed. Watching as Jarek stripped down to a g-string though, he never felt so sure of himself in his life that he was willing to do whatever he needed to.

Jarek finished his set dramatically, but a little mechanically. He clearly enjoyed the dancing but he wasn't connecting with the clientele the way he used to. He couldn't even remember the last time he had singled out a patron to take home for a little romp. He left the stage and went backstage to change without even looking around the club or working over the crowd to see who wanted a private dance. Once backstage, he toweled off and changed into something less revealing to begin making his circuit to offer private dances between sets. The club owner had decided years ago to use the gray sweatpants trope to good effect for this task. Jarek changed his g-string and put on his "uniform" of gray sweatpants before leaving the dressing area.

Gage was still deep in thought when Jarek came out to make his way around the crowd. The DJ announced another dancer for the stage and Gage looked over at where Jarek was talking to a small party of people. Gage wasn't sure what he was going to say to Jarek when he noticed him, other than that he was done trying to be who he just couldn't be anymore. He stood up and moved closer to Jarek while he considered the options.

Jarek's mind registered that someone was approaching him but because he never would have expected Gage in this environment, he didn't register who it was until Gage was right behind him on his left side. Jarek turned and stared at him slack-jawed while his brain pieced together who he was, then cycled through a quick set of reactionary measures like covering his exposed chest, then posing a little to show off his physique to the best possible effect.

Gage couldn't help but chuckle at him, taking the time to appreciate the physique that Jarek was displaying for him. Jarek noticed that Gage didn't look the way he normally did. His blonde hair was out of its normal style, which was usually slicked to the side but now it was a little messy and spiked up. His white dress shirt was untucked and open, showing the white tank top underneath and the peak of skin of his chest. He'd ditched the tie entirely and had his hands in his pockets.

"Hey," Gage finally said. "I went to your place, but you weren't there and figured that left your work as the only other place you might be right now."

"Yes! I had to revamp my schedule to make sure I was available for your rehab and had enough time to study but that's okay. I would have needed to change it up anyway," Jarek blurted. "Um, can I interest you in a private dance?"

Gage looked Jarek over again, taking in the way he looked in those gray sweatpants and bare chested. He'd never been in a strip club before, so he'd never had a private dance either. He had cash on him, though it was supposed to be for emergencies. It was Jarek though, and Gage couldn't seem to stop himself from nodding in response to the question.

Jarek took his hand and led him to a private room off of the main seating near the DJ. He whispered something to the DJ and she nodded, eyeing Gage as Jarek motioned for him to enter first. Gage walked into the room first, looking around at the seating in it for a moment before he sat down and looked at Jarek. Jarek could tell he was nervous but trying hard to keep the nervous energy inside.

Jarek explained that the DJ couldn't start their song until the stage dance finished, so Gage was getting a bit of free time. He said this while stripping his gray sweatpants off to reveal a cowhide g-string. He explained the club rules to Gage in a practiced, patient cadence. Stage dances and other interactions out in the public areas were hands-off and strictly enforced by the bouncers. Back here, things were a bit more relaxed, and generally controlled by the dancer.

"So, this is where you get to have fun if you want to then?" Gage asked.

"Yeah, I used to," Jarek said, blushing. "I haven't in a little while, though." He started dancing over Gage's lap; gentle and slow gyrations designed to help Gage get used to being danced on.

"Why did you stop?" Gage asked, his breath up against Jarek's ear as he spoke.

Jarek turned around, twerking against Gage's chest as he answered. "I... um... met someone who changed my mind about hookups."

Gage let his eyes follow the lines of Jarek's muscles down his back and to his ass as he took that in. He couldn't help but smile at the answer. He hesitantly ran his hand down Jarek's back, stopping before he went down too far. "I think I know a little of what you mean. I left my mission."

"Does that mean you're not a missionary anymore?" Jarek asked, turning around so fast with Gage's hand on the small of his back that it ended up still touching Jarek's lightly oiled skin near his belly button, Jarek's package directly in front of Gage's face.

"Yeah, though I expect they'll try to talk me out of it if they can find me," Gage replied, letting himself look at Jarek's barely clothed package before looking back up at Jarek's face.

Jarek smirked. "So what are you now? Doggy style?" He accentuated this with a slight humping movement, undulating his torso sexily.

Gage laughed. "I don't know. I guess I'll have to test all of them out to find out."

Jarek laughed at that and hooked his thumbs in the waist of the g-string, pulling it out a little at the top as if offering Gage a peek, but letting it fall closed again just before Gage could see much of anything. Gage jokingly called him a tease as he ran his hand up Jarek's chest, his fingertips lightly brushing over one of Jarek's nipples.

"I was thinking I would stay in Chicago if I could find some place to stay and a way to make money," Gage told him.

"I have a spare bedroom if you'd like, though the bed in there isn't as comfortable as the one in the master bedroom," Jarek said, dropping down to a hard sit on Gage's lap as the current song ended.

Jarek could feel that his dance definitely had an effect on Gage, who kept his hand on the shoulder he had stopped at previously. "Well, that is good, because I didn't really know who else to go to for help, honestly. Plus, while I get my bearings and look for help for myself getting on my feet, my brother gave me some advice to follow my heart, and...well, we've admitted we like each other, but haven't done anything about it yet."

"Just so long as you follow your heart and not..." Jarek said, grinding hard on Gage's stiff cock.

Gage let out a little groan at that and then laughed. "I mean, I wasn't following that, but if you keep that up, I might."

Jarek smiled a wicked grin and did just that, grinding on Gage's lap until he could tell that the poor man was at his limit. Gage swore under his breath; it was the first time Jarek had ever heard him swear in the time he had known Gage, and Gage put his forehead on Jarek's shoulder. As he lifted his head, with the plan to look at Jarek again, he moved forward and licked a bead of sweat off of Jarek's neck instead before lightly biting on the skin there. He could feel Jarek's cock swell in response immediately as Jarek moaned breathily into Gage's ear.

Gage had a smirk on his face when he sat back again. "Two can play that game, Horseman."

Jarek smiled wickedly and stepped up the pace on Gage's lap before standing slowly, dragging the front of his g-string along Gage's belly and chest. Gage had been serious about playing this game right back, allowing his mouth to follow along the skin as Jarek moved, starting with his neck and then down his chest and stomach. There was the light flavor of salt from sweat and the oil, but it wasn't bad at all. Jarek stopped just shy of shoving his bulge in Gage's mouth and pulled away, tousling Gage's hair and pretending to hump his face as the new song started.

Gage chuckled at that and ran both hands along Jarek's sides. He could see why Jarek was so popular and did so well in this job. He was confident and sexy, and completely unafraid of looking silly. It was a big reason why Gage was so attracted to him, but at this point it went far deeper than that because he had seen how focused he was on his schooling, and how caring and compassionate he could be too.

"You really are the whole package," Gage murmured, not realizing he said his thoughts out loud.

"Yes, you may touch my package," Jarek said, pretending to have misheard him.

Gage gave him a smirk and brought his left hand down to feel exactly why Jarek got the name Horseman. His eyes widened a little as he looked up at Jarek, and Jarek could practically see the man calculating fitting that somewhere. Jarek smiled and nodded knowingly. Most people found his size impressive, though it was often not something he thought about much.

Jarek was the first man Gage had ever touched like this, having tried hard to ignore this side of himself for years. He marveled a little at how responsive Jarek was to his touch, and that helped him feel a little more confident in what he was doing.

"When do you work until tonight?" Gage asked him.

"The next stage dance is my last one," Jarek responded, putting his hands behind his head and swiveling his hips dramatically.

"I'll wait for you then," Gage replied as he ran his right hand along Jarek's near perfect ass. He leaned forward and licked up another bead of sweat off of Jarek's abs, his tongue dipping down into his belly button for a moment as he followed sweat down to the top of the g-string.

Jarek hooked his thumbs into the front of the g-string and flipped it, allowing his hardening cock to drop out in front of Gage's hungry eyes. Gage let out a small gasp as he took in the sight. Gage ran his fingers along the length of Jarek, taking a little bit of the precum on his fingers before stroking back down, getting Jarek up to full hardness.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Gage murmured.

Jarek nodded in agreement and held still. This part had to be Gage's choice. The music played on, nearing the middle of the song. Gage looked up at Jarek's face, wanting to see his expressions, as he leaned forward and licked up the shaft, dipping his tongue into the slit to taste the precum there. It was a little salty, but didn't taste like much of anything else. It was his first sexual contact with a man, but it was more thrilling and sexy than any time he had messed around with a woman. He was so hard it practically hurt.

Gage took the head into his mouth and slowly went down as far as he could until he gagged and had to come back up. Jarek moaned quietly and smiled at the sight of himself disappearing into Gage's mouth. "We have to put your new toy away when the song is over, but there's much more to come when we get home," Jarek said softly.

Gage would have smiled if his mouth wasn't full, but he nodded his understanding and went back to moving up and down on Jarek's cock, deciding to make the most of the minute or so they had left on the song. Jarek's cock twitched as Gage worked it over, and he twined his fingers in the man's golden hair. He kept up a quiet but steady stream of compliments and appreciative words.

Gage went down Jarek's length again, working on breathing through his nose to get past his gag reflex and opened his throat a bit to take more in. He swallowed when he felt Jarek hitting the back of his throat, something he had seen someone mention doing on a forum somewhere. Jarek let out a surprised gasp and felt his balls tighten up in anticipation of his impending release. "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that," he warned Gage thoughtfully.

Gage would have smirked at that, and his eyes twinkled mischievously up at Jarek before he did it again. Jarek nodded his understanding of Gage's challenge and felt his balls tighten again in response to the virgin's ministrations. Jarek threw his head back and moaned softly as his cock erupted, spurting the contents of his balls down Gage's open throat. Gage kept up with swallowing, taking down everything that Jarek gave to him.

Jarek backed his deflating cock gently out of Gage's wondrous mouth just in time to flip it back into his g-string and plop himself down on Gage's lap, kissing him deeply as the final verse of the song played. Gage kissed him back, slipping his arms around Jarek possessively. Jarek stayed engaged in the kiss for as long as he dared as the song faded out and a new song faded in.

He pulled back reluctantly and said, "I've got to go get ready for my last stage dance, but you can take your time getting situated. Don't worry about paying the bouncer for the dance, I usually hand him the client's money on my way out anyway." Jarek then booped Gage's nose and stood up fluidly, dressing quickly and pulling a twenty dollar bill from the pocket of his sweatpants as he disappeared through the heavy curtain that served as a door.

Gage took a little bit to calm himself down, thinking Book of Mormon verses to himself just so he could walk out of the private room without a hard on. Once he was ready, he stood up and straightened his clothing before walking out. He went up to the bartender to ask for a glass of root beer and sat down to wait for Jarek. There was one person on the stage again before Jarek. They did a great stage performance but it was nowhere near as sexy as Jarek's was to Gage.

"And now, coming to the main stage for his final dance of the evening, put your hands together for the Horseman! Giddy up!" announced the DJ, starting Jarek's final song for the night.

Jarek mounted the stage wearing leather chaps and vest over the cowhide g-string Gage had seen in his private dance. His look was capped off with boots and a cowboy hat. Jarek made a tour of the edge of the stage, enticing the patrons seated there before taking a playful swing around the pole in the center of the stage.

Gage smiled as he watched Jarek. He had never thought he could date someone who worked at a strip club like this, but Jarek looked so free and like he was having a blast on stage, and all it did was make Gage want to see him look like that all the time. Free and happy. He was realizing as he sat there that he had fallen for Jarek pretty hard, and it was making him realize that his priorities and morals didn't lie where the church's and his family's did, and he wasn't mad about it.

Jarek's stage performance was just as sexy as his private dance, though obviously way less intimate. It was impossible for Gage to not get turned on by watching him on stage. He wanted to feel that body on his again, but minus his own clothes. Jarek still made Gage feel like the dance was entirely for him without even touching him. He worked the pole like he was born to it and his dancing was fluid and incredibly suggestive.

Jarek ended the dance in only his g-string and Gage realized he hadn't even noticed when more clothes came off throughout the routine. Gage could hear other patrons cheering around him, whistling at Jarek as he left the stage. Gage watched him until Jarek disappeared backstage. He drank down the rest of his root beer while trying to calm himself down.

Jarek quickly wiped himself down with baby wipes backstage to get most of the oil off of his skin. He changed into his street clothes and waited patiently for his schedule for the upcoming week. His cut from tonight's entertainment would be deposited to his account tomorrow.

Jarek emerged from backstage into the club instead of taking his usual exit through the outside door and looked around for Gage. When he spotted him, he went up to him and took his arm, nodding toward the two glasses in front of Gage at the bar. "Feeling kinda thirsty tonight, Elder Belford?" he asked quietly with a smirk.

"Nervous energy," Gage admitted with a smile. "You don't have to call me Elder anymore though. I'm about to be disgraced in my church, and will likely end up excommunicated by the end of this. I'm only an Elder while actively in the mission."

Jarek laughed but nodded, not wishing to offend him. He led the way out of the club and continued to walk arm-in-arm with Gage all the way back to the house, stopping occasionally to back him up against a convenient wall to kiss him. Gage would always kiss back with equal enthusiasm, like he had been waiting for this for months, because he had.

When they finally got back to the house, Gage almost didn't remember about his bag, realizing he'd left it in the back when Jarek came up for air from kissing him just long enough to unlock the door. When he remembered, he asked if he could grab his bag, and he smiled at the laugh from Jarek when he went out the backdoor instead to get it. Once his bag was by the door inside, he came back over to where Jarek was and kissed him again passionately, putting his arms around Jarek to pull him closer.

It took a little longer than it should have for them to get to the bedroom because they kept stopping to make out and take off a new article of clothing. It felt good to get out of the restrictive clothing that the missionaries had to wear, even if he wasn't wearing it the way he was supposed to that night. That first feel of their naked chests touching made Gage moan in response. Another person's touch had never felt this good before.

Jarek pushed Gage up against the doorframe to the bedroom and dropped to his knees to help him out of his pants and briefs.

"I should shower before we do anything," Gage told Jarek. "We walked all around today, plus walking to your house and then to your work. I didn't shower before I left, but I'm not against you helping me if there's room for it here."

"Oh, we're definitely showering first," Jarek agreed, kissing Gage's cock on the slit. "I hate the feeling of the oil on my skin when I lay in my bed."

"I wouldn't know what that's like but I never liked laying in bed when all sweaty from sports, so I think I kind of get it," Gage replied, and then smirked at Jarek, that mischievous look coming back to his face. "With how much fun you seemed to be having, should I learn to pole dance?"

"I strongly recommend it. It's fun, but it takes some effort to get to a place where it feels as effortless as it usually looks in clubs. I have a practice pole set up in the office," Jarek responded.

"I'm no stranger to hard work. You don't get as good at dirt biking as I am without it," Gage replied, and then his face fell for a moment as he thought of all of his equipment and bikes back at home that he'd never see again. He let himself feel the loss of that and then shook his head to get back to the moment and smiled at Jarek. "Show me your shower?"

"Right this way," Jarek said, grabbing his cock and leading him to the bathroom.

Gage chuckled and followed him. He loved being able to see this playful side of Jarek that went beyond what he had ever gotten to see before. He thought he was starting to understand why his brother took the path he did now. It seemed he had truly been in love with Rick, which was tragic to Gage. How could love be a sin? Isn't love what God had always wanted them to find and cherish? Tonight he had made a choice to walk away from everything he'd known his entire life, but seeing Jarek like this was more than worth it.