I Got You | A Gay Romance: A Boyfriend for Rent Book | Gay For You (4 page)

“I
—
if my dad ... even knew I was here … I couldn’t do that to him, he works hard enough. I’ve got financial aid at school but ... And the only friend I have is …. Well, he’s not in the position to help, believe me. And an extra job? Have you ever tried to get work in fucking Forest Hills?” All the frustration, all the rage poured out of Jake sparking a fire.

Was that a semblance of a smile on Benjamin’s face?  The town was broke. Ever since the microchip company left for China, it’d left nothing but a string of abandoned buildings and half the town was completely jobless. The next town was hours away. There’s just no way he could fit it all in while trying to take care of Alberto and going to school. Something was going to have to give. He should have known. Nobody gives a fuck about anybody in this town.

“Five, four, three, two, one …” Benjamin said, glancing at the clock again. “Time’s up.”

Jake’s shoulders slumped as he shuffled toward the door.  The man shifted his neck back and forth, rolling his shoulders back as if he were in pain.  His sister Genie's words rang in his ear:
You gotta use what you got.

Jake stopped, turned around and said, “I could take care of that for you.”

“Take care of what?” The man’s face softened a bit and he bit his lip.

God, those lips, those full lips of his.
Jake wondered what they’d feel like on his, but he pushed those thoughts out of his mind before he had a noticeable reaction. He should have worn something other than sweatpants today. He stood up straight and made his proposal clear.

“I took a few courses in massage therapy. I could hook you up.” The words hung in the air.

Silence. There was nothing but silence. The anticipation killed Jake. Had he overstepped the line?

There he was, in a dimly lit office with a man he'd just met, his step-brother nonetheless, offering him a massage. Jake didn't care if it was wrong. If it got him what he wanted then it would be fine. After all, it was only a massage.

Benjamin looked him up and down as if trying to read him. Jake prepared himself for another cruel rejection when he noticed Benjamin’s eyebrow arched again, but was that with interest or irritation?

CHAPTER 7

Benjamin told Jake to hang in his office until he'd finished up in the gym.  Jake was nervous, that was for sure. He’d never really done it professionally before even though he wanted to. He could hear and see Benjamin’s body walking back and forth lugging equipment from one end of the gym to the other.

He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He looked in the private bathroom for something that he could use as a lotion for the massage. Soap? Shampoo? Even if that was a good idea, it’d only dry up in seconds. This was crazy, massaging some random man, his own step-brother. But it was the only thing he could think of.

“What are you doing?” Benjamin’s voice asked from behind making Jake jump.

“Sorry, just looking for—"

“Don’t look around my shit without my permission,” he said, locking the door and turning the Venetian blinds so the room’s light dimmed.

“Sorry,” Jake said, clearing his throat.

“So where are you going to do me?” Benjamin asked.

“Huh?” Jake said, stuck on the words ‘do me.’

“I’ve got a bed in the back room.”

Jake swallowed hard. “A bed.”

“Yeah, you never know when you might need it,” he said and Jake swore it had a sexual tone to it, but he dismissed it.

“Uh, sure.” Jake said, following him down the long hall that lead to the efficiency apartment. There was green shag carpet and the place hadn’t been shampooed in like ... ever. It was damp with a mildew odor that stung his nose.

Jake couldn’t help but notice how amazing the man looked from behind. He was perfectly proportioned. His tight sweats tugging at his shapely rear end. The man’s limp was more pronounced and Jake wondered where he’d gotten it.

Benjamin stopped before a door and opened it, gesturing for Jake to enter. “It’s all ours.”

Jake obeyed and his heart was pounding. Why was he getting so nervous? It was just an innocent massage, nothing more, and nothing less, no matter how much the thought made Jake’s cock twinge a bit.

The door locked with a boom and Jake almost jumped. Jake was locked in a room with probably the hottest guy he’d ever set eyes on, what could go wrong? It’s not like he hadn’t practiced on someone before. But that was just Alberto, and their relationship was completely platonic. The room was small, barely enough space for the large bed in it and a night table. It looked like he hadn’t used it much, but it was just as filthy as the rest of the gym.

“So, should I get off?” Benjamin asked, squeezing past him and taking the dog tags off.

“Excuse me?” Jake asked, barely able to stand. He held on to the bed’s railing to keep balance.

“I mean my shirt, should I take it off?” He clarified, though something in his tone made Jake wonder if he’d made the slip of the tongue purposely.

“Yeah, actually. That’d be great and anything else you’d like to …” Jake didn’t finish his sentence. Benjamin’s crystal blue eyes made his mouth freeze. Something about the way the man looked at him, something about how gorgeous and mysterious his eyes were framed by the dark eyebrows, did things to Jake that he hadn’t expected. Jake was so nervous he couldn’t look at him long enough to get a read on him. He was worried he’d give away how nervous and turned on he was if he stared too long, so his eyes explored the room instead.

The wall was lined with personal photos of him and what looked like his mom. There were also shots of him in the military with some buddies. This was a lot more personal than he’d expected.

“What was that?” Benjamin asked. He held his gaze long enough at Jake to make him wonder if there was more to this back room experience than they already talked about, but Jake shoved the thought out of his mind as wishful thinking.

“Nothing, I was just —"

“Nobody’s going to know about this, are they?” Benjamin asked in an almost scolding tongue. His eyes met Jake's.

“No, not at all.”

“Good, cause I don’t like nobody up in my business,” Benjamin took his shirt off. His chest and abs were better than Jake ever expected, ripped and muscled to perfection and tattooed with small scars that looked almost like puncture wounds.

“Me neither,” Jake said, taking a deep breath, looking at the trophies on the shelf for the hundredth time. He looked anywhere but at this delicious man in front of him.

“Good, nothing’s more important to me than trust and discretion,” Benjamin said.

Jake caught the man’s reflection in a mirror on the wall and had to stop himself from gasping. He’d never seen a body that perfect in person before.

“What’s wrong?” Benjamin's asked with a devilish smile.

“Nothing,” Jake stammered.

“Top or bottom?” he asked.

“Top or …?” Jake repeated, trying to keep from drooling as the man lay on the bed, his strong arms behind his head.

“Should I be at the top of the bed or the bottom?”

“Oh, you can top
—
I mean, top is good.”

“Sounds good,” he said, moving into the position. “On my stomach or …”

“Yeah, that’s good,” Jake said as Benjamin rolled over, every muscle in his back flexing as he did.
Fuck, he is hot.

“I couldn’t find any lotion so—"

“Oh, use this,” Benjamin said, opening the top drawer to a night table and tossing something at Jake.

Jake failed P.E. every semester in school so he almost missed. It was a small bottle and Jake squinted at it, then he blushed.

It said,
Slip N’ Slide Lubrication
.

“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked.

“N-n-no, it’s cool,” Jake said, his jaw clenching in nervousness.

“Good,” he said with that devilish side smile of his. “Then, let's do it.”

Jake sat next to him on the edge of the bed, squeezing the slippery clear substance out of the container. He circled it in his hand as he told himself to just breathe and calm down.

“Do you like it hard or …?” Jake started to ask but stopped himself.

“Hard. I love it hard.” Benjamin said, his voice rumbling in the small room. “Actually, I like to start out nice and slow, loosen things up a bit, then go deep, real deep. The deeper the better.”

Jake’s imagination spun a million miles a second.

He rubbed the liquid between his hands and exhaled as he pressed them against Benjamin’s olive colored flesh. It was hot to his touch as he slid his hand over the perfectly toned skin.

As Jake's hands slid over Benjamin's knotted muscles. While his fingers were between Benjamin's shoulder blades, Jake tried to keep his eyes from drifting down to the man's tight bubble butt, but it was hard. His heart thundered in his chest, but it was so wrong. Sweat prickled his skin. It dripped down his temples, splashing on Benjamin's back, sizzling like a frying pan.

“Mmm, that's good,” Benjamin growled. Jake inhaled deeply, trying to keep himself composed. The vibrations of Benjamin's voice rippled through Jake's soul, causing his mind to spiral with possibilities.

He wished Benjamin's hand would reach down and run up his inner thigh, and pull his cock out. But that would never happen. He had to remain well behaved.

“Now do my neck,” he said, and Jake obeyed. His hands moved up and rubbed the sides of Benjamin's broad muscular neck, then moved between his neck and shoulder. He took Benjamin's flesh in between his fingers and eased the tension out.

He loved idea of worshipping and pleasing this man. Dirty thoughts of the man overpowering him, making him serve him like the bottom boy he was, plagued his mind. The bed creaked under the weight and the light from a small window danced on the handsome man’s skin.

The dark, damp, and intimate room, shrouded the two men in secrecy as if they were the last two men on the planet ... a delicious thought. Would his feelings still seem wrong then? When there was no one to judge them?

“You have magic fingers,” Benjamin said. That voice, that smooth yet masculine baritone voice drove Jake wild. While the tension oozed from his body, it heated up Jake. His cock twitched, his hands roamed around Benjamin’s glistening, broad back. He was built like a Greek god, the sexual tension was so unbearable, Jake's hands shook.

He wiped his forehead, and leaned over to continue sliding his hands over Benjamin's muscular back. He was so close he could smell the oil mixed in with the man's natural scent. It was intoxicating and Jake’s throat ran dry.

He breathed in deeply. As he exhaled, his breath washed over Benjamin's body, and the big man shuddered. The body trembled underneath his fingertips and he almost couldn't believe he was the one responsible for causing such a reaction.

The gym wasn't at all a romantic place with its damp walls and stench of sweat lingering, but with Benjamin, everything was erotic. Jake tried to do his best to please him, wanting to feel the moans of pleasure, to hear his praise ... a chance to do it all again.

“Harder,” Benjamin said. So Jake pressed harder, digging the ball of his palm in and bringing it down the spine. The hardness of the bones protruded from under the skin and he massaged the flesh around it.  Benjamin winced. Jake withdrew his hands, so scared he had caused Benjamin pain.

“I'm sorry,” he said.

“Don't be. I like a bit of pain. Harder,” Benjamin repeated, so Jake pressed his fingers down, feeling his skin melt into Benjamin's, almost as though they were becoming one. All Jake could think of was how sweet it would be to taste that olive skin, to leave a trail of kisses along it. It took all his willpower to restrain himself.

“Deep and strong, that's how I like it Jake, oh yeah, that's exactly how I like it,” he rumbled.

Jake was now at the small of his back. He used both hands to dig in deep, letting Benjamin's moans guide his movements. An operatic crescendo of sounds reverberated his ears. Benjamin's skin was slick and Jake's hands dripped wet with the oil. His body was rigid with the whirling thoughts of his mind.

He wanted Benjamin to rise up and take his body into his strong arms, toss him over the bed, rip off his clothes and fuck him until his eyes watered. Jake wanted to be treated like a rag doll, a plaything.

To feel his step-brother’s hot body dominate him, to surrender to the overwhelming masculinity of the man was what he thirsted for. He wanted to give him everything he had. Benjamin's body was already an addiction Jake craved.

“Lower,” Benjamin gasped, and Jake was as low as he could go. His fingers were mere inches away from Benjamin's butt. His heart raced. Blood rushed through his body. This man was completely at his mercy and Jake was consumed by an inferno of forbidden desire. Although his hands screamed to go lower, he couldn't. It was impossible, and it felt like a crime. Did Benjamin know how much this tortured him? Almost too much to bear, and yet Jake couldn't stop.