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Drew chuckled and patted Will's arm, smiling. He was still breathing heavily and wasn't sure if he could move right now if he tried. He would definitely be feeling this tomorrow. "Yeah, you impressed me."

He circled his hips a little and stretched his arms above his head, cracking his back. "I would say that you have nothing to be worried about. You know exactly what you're doing with that big dick of yours. If you ever need a recommendation in the future, I'll be happy to provide one."

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"I don't plan on switching careers, but I appreciate the compliment nonetheless." Will said as he pressed his hands into the surface of the couch, slowly pushing himself up and pulling his cock out of Drew. There was a slick and lewd sounding pop as his cock came out of Drew, a dribble or two of cum following it.

Pointing to a door in the back of the dressing room, Will smiled over at Drew and patted the younger man's very likely sore thigh "It ain't big, but there is a bathroom and a shower in there..." He knew he probably should have told Drew that *earlier* in the evening but... Well, he did need a little bit more time to get himself prepared for this hook-up. "Feel free to use it and freshen up a bit so you don't smell like you just got fucked through a leather sofa before heading back to your friends?" Will leaned down and placed a tender kiss against the crown of Drew's flaccid cock, licking it slowly and clearing a bit of cum up "I had fun though, so thanks."

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Drew managed to pull himself to his feet and stretched, feeling his joints and muscles settle back into place. He rolled his head back and forth before grinning down at Will.

"A bathroom in here? Is that so?" Drew nudged at Will's foot with his own before heading into the bathroom to rinse off quickly. He just needed to get the sweat and come off of him so he could put his clothes back on.

When he came back out, Will was still lounging on the couch. "Thanks for letting me us the shower. I would never hear the end of it if I came back out there smelling like sex."

[Sam260]

While Drew was in the bathroom, Will managed to at least pull on some sweatpants and had gathered up Drew's clothes, leaving them on the small table in the room. He was relaxing on the untouched part of the couch, lounged back comfortably. His eyes lit up on Drew when he came back, once again licking his lips "Oh definitely. I wouldn't let anyone leaving here smelling like they went ten rounds with Mike Tyson on Viagra."

Will stood up slowly and grabbed Drew's clothes - all folded neatly - and walked over to the younger man, elegantly presenting his clothes to Drew; it was obvious he was teasing with the younger man, with the way his lips pulled back in a light smile "Here you are, my good man. Freshly folded clothes, and not a speck of dirt on them." When Drew took the clothes, Will straightened up again and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Drew's lips "You ever wanna do that again-" he hooked his thumb over his shoulder "-You know where to find me."

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Drew kissed him back lightly, holding his clothes in his arms. He pulled back and got dressed pretty quickly. He patted Will on the arm, leaning up to kiss him again. "This was a lot of fun. Maybe I will come back again. If you want to find me, I'm at the Pennsylvania Ballet."

With a cheeky grin, he did a quick pirouette and then opened the door. "Bye Will. I'm so glad I got lost."

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Will smiled as he walked Drew to the door of his dressing room, holding onto the frame and door itself "I'm pretty glad you got lost, too." Will said as he watched the other man waltz effortlessly down the hallway.  His eyes mostly glued to the ass he had been buried balls deep inside of just moments ago - No doubt he wanted to see the other man again, but he doubted it would happen... One-Night Quickies hardly ever came back to him.

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Two months had gone by since that fun-filled evening at the strip club, and of course, that meant right back to work for the Dancers of the Pennsylvania Ballet Company.  They were working hard on their newest dance routine, which meant long hours, lack of sleeping, eating, and sometimes even drinking.  The PBC pushed themselves the hardest, wanting to be the best of the very best.

Paige Turner was the lead female dancer for PBC, and of course that meant that Drew was her partner in all things dance.  They had been dancing together for several years now, and knew that neither of them would find a partner quite like the other.  So, of course, she was a little concerned for her best friend when Drew kept stumbling, looking close to being sick.

Calling a time-out to their routine, Paige quickly grasped onto Drew's arm as he stumbled out of a dance move and hurdled him backstage.  "What is going on with you?  You've been messing up for the past two days now.  I thought at first maybe it was exhaustion, but I saw you sleeping *damn* hard a few hours ago... so it *can't* be exhaustion." Paige questioned, the concern very obvious in her tone of voice as she lifted Drew's head to look him straight in the eye "Are you feeling alright?  Coming down with something? Flu, cold?"

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Drew leaned over and rested his hands on his knees, shaking his head. "It's probably just because we've been so busy. I haven't been eating well and I just ... I guess I'm getting sick. My stomach has been bothering me. I've been throwing up every so often but as soon as I do I feel better."

Drew sighed and leaned against the wall. "I can't get sick though, Paige. There's no time."

He had been feeling pretty rotten for a few weeks to be honest. His back had been aching and his hips were sore. He had been getting headaches and was nauseous. He'd actually started throwing up in the mornings this week. It was nuts. He had been fighting through it because he had to. They had so much work to do.

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Paige bit her lip slightly, shifting on her feet delicately "Ah..." she cleared her throat and pulled Drew even further backstage, away from pretty much anyone around - stage workers, other dancers, their bosses. She held both of Drew's hands in her own, squeezing them lightly "Drew, sweetie... What else? I mean..." she shrugged and looked down at her stomach - she knew all these signs and symptoms all too well. She had a two year old at home, and while she was a single mother, she didn't want Drew to experience that. He was too good of a man.

"Do you think you could be pregnant?" she whispered, really not wanting to advertise Drew's business, even if it were to be proven false later on "Maybe you should take a test, or better yet - see a doctor. They can confirm it real quickly."

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Drew paled, staring at her. He remembered clearly how Paige had been when she was first pregnant - and how horrible it had been dancing with someone else the whole time. She had been worried the entire time about her position in the company and had been so scared to gain weight.

"Oh god," Drew whispered. He absolutely could be pregnant. He and Will hadn't used a condom during their hook up. "Paige. Oh my god. The strip club hookup. Fuck. Oh fuck."

[Sam260]

Paige's eyes went wide, "Tall, dark and handsome?!" she knew *all* about Drew's hook-up with 'Blaze', since Drew wouldn't tell her the man's real name. "Man, he was *gorgeous!* I would not mind being pregnant with his baby, at all, for not even a few seconds." Paige fanned herself and sighed. She had definitely thought Wilson was straight, or at the very least bisexual, but no woman seemed to catch the other man's eye when they had been at the strip club.

Paige shook the thoughts from her over-active mind and sighed quietly "Christ, Drew. You *need* to find out... I'm sure someone has a pregnancy test around here somewhere... Or I can run to the pharmacy and get you one? Which would you prefer?" Paige asked, already pulling Drew towards the bathrooms off-stage, they had to deal with this now - If Drew *was* in fact pregnant, he wouldn't be able to dance their routine full-time, or even part-time because of how complex it was.

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Drew groaned and went over to the sinks to splash water on his face. "Yes. Find one, buy one. Go. We need to find out because I need to figure out what to do if I am. God, Paige. I'm going to lose my place in the company. You know they'll move me back into the corps instead of being the principal dancer when I come back. It's not the same for the guys."

Drew wanted to cry, wanted to scream. He really wanted to go back in time and use a fucking condom like an adult.

[Sam260]

Paige squeezed Drew's arm lightly "I'll be back as soon as I can." It's not like the company could dance without them anyway, so effectively everyone was on break until Drew found out what was going on with him.

Paige collected her purse and jacket and rushed out of the studio. Luckily the pharmacy was close to the studio and she was able to purchase pregnancy tests within just a few moments. She picked up three different kinds, not knowing which Drew would prefer to use, but all of them were *very* obvious - came up as 'pregnant' or 'not pregnant'; not those insanely hard to read lines.

Paige came back into the bathroom and locked the door behind her "Okay, I got a few different ones. Early pregnancy detection might be your best bet." Paige said as she dug the small box out of the paper sack and handed it over to Drew. She crossed her fingers, hoping that this was just a cold or flu, and not what the suspected.

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Drew took the box and stared at it. He took a deep breath and took it into the stall, his hands shaking as he opened it. It was a simple stick that he had to pee on which was at least easy. He could do that.

When he came out, he had the stick on top of the box and he left it sitting on the sink so both he and Paige could see it. He washed his hands and then covered his face with his hands to wait.

"You look. I can't do it." Drew felt like he was going to die waiting. His whole future was riding on a plus sign.

[Sam260]

Paige took a deep breath and walked over to the pregnancy test when it was time to check it. She braced her hands on the sink counter and stared down at it. She was glad she decided to go with the Clear sign pregnancy tests, yet at the same time, she almost wished she had gotten ones that were confusing as hell to interpret.

Glancing over at Drew, she quickly moved over to sit with him, holding him around the shoulders "If you're not sure about the guy... There are always other avenues. Adoption, abortion... Not that I would ever condone it, but it is an option you have." Paige said quietly, rubbing her hand up and down Drew's arm slowly "We can figure this out together, too, if you're worried about Blaze not being 'daddy' material."

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Drew laughed wryly. "We didn't exactly discuss plans for children in our brief time together. I was more interested in his dick than whether he wanted to be a dad. I don't even know if I want to be a parent."

Drew shook his head. "So is my career ruined or not?"

[Sam260]

Paige shook her head and kissed Drew's temple "I had a baby... I'm still dancing, aren't I?" Paige asked softly as she cuddled close to Drew "You may take a hit or two from the pregnancy, but you'll bounce back, Drew. They can't hold talent like you back for much longer than necessary."

"I think you need to talk to the stripper who knocked you up." She couldn't help but laugh a little at that "Ironic, really... You getting knocked up by a stripper, instead of the stripper getting knocked up?" She shook her head slowly and sighed against Drew's shoulder "You should talk to him though, he needs to know, even if he doesn't wanna be involved... He needs to know."

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Drew groaned and dropped his head. "Yeah I will. I just can't believe I let this happen. I'm such an idiot. I got knocked up by a stripper who I don't even know." He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Okay. We have to get back to rehearsal. I can't do anything about this right now. I need to just forget about this for now and just do my job. Let's go do that."

Drew sparked a brief glance at the test. "And get rid of that. I definitely don't need anyone finding that before I decide what is happening."

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Paige nodded her head in understanding.  She collected the pregnancy tests and walked with Drew back toward the stage, she shoved the tests deep into a trash can, knowing no one would know whose it belonged to, nor would anyone willingly dig through the garbage can to find it.  They returned to rehearsal and did their routines, just at a slower and more relaxed pace - even to the aggravation of everyone else on the team.

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Wilson sighed as he climbed off the center-stage, he was wearing just a G-String, that really hid nothing from one's imagination.  Everything he had to offer was pretty much on display in the dimly lit strip club.  He headed over to the bar and was handed a black-silk robe to cover up some parts of himself, for modesty's sake.  He ordered a seltzer water with some lemon and lime in it and then sat down in a more well-lit area.

His eyes moved across the club, looking for any of his well-tipping regulars.  Things had been slow these past couple nights which was typically a good thing, but not when cash was a little tight at the middle of the month.  He had made out pretty decently tonight though, which a bunch of sorority girls coming in to celebrate one of their friends birthday's but that party had left about an hour ago, and now it was just drunken women and men, ogling and trying to feel Wilson up whenever they thought they could get away with it.

Wilson sighed into his drink, sometimes he hated his job, and yet... He still wouldn't quit, not until he was told that he was 'past his prime' and could no longer properly preform, but he doubted that would happen for at least another five years - He was still young, and young looking, he worked out regularly to keep himself in shape, and he had moves that no one else could copy or even try to copy.  It put a smile on his face, or... Maybe it was the familiar face of someone he couldn't stop thinking of the past couple months that just so happened to walk into the club.

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Drew looked around the dimly lit club, trying to find Will. According to the bouncer, 'Blaze' had just finished his routine and was on the floor so he should be able to find him eventually. He was uneasy and this time the club felt much seedier and less fun then the last time he'd been here. Of course that was probably because he wasn't drunk and surrounded by his friends.

He weaved his way through the crowd towards the bar. Maybe the bartender knew where Will was at. He felt both relief and a surge of anxiety when he saw Will sitting at the bar in a short black robe. He took a deep breath and made his way to him, sliding onto the stool next to him.

"Hi," Drew said softly.

[Sam260]

Will smiled when Drew slid into the stood beside him, he leaned in a little closer so that he could hear over the pounding music "Hey!" he returned, grinning a bit wider "How's it going? It's been a while."

Will was glistening in sweat still from having just gotten off the stage a few minutes prior, and his drink was hardly touched, but he did take a few sips before setting it back down. The seltzer making even his lips glisten. Luckily he wasn't the kind of stripper who put on massive amounts of glitter or make-up, he looked more natural than any of the other guys that were currently dancing on the stages around the club.