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Everyone handled it well, but all he could hear was his own heaving breathing and the blood rushing through his ears. Benjamin stepped beside him and Jake glanced across sullenly, hating that he was so close to his step-brother. He dared not mention what had occurred between them, especially in front of everyone else.

He tried to gauge anything from Benjamin, but couldn't tell what the man was thinking, if anything. The memory of what happened between them the other day only made Jake worry about the repercussions. Maybe his sister was right and he was reading too much into it.

He’d only known Benjamin for a couple of days and he really wasn’t acting any more moody than normal. Besides, Jake could barely think straight himself as he pushed his body to its limits. Everything was hazy and that made it hard to keep things straight in his head.

The words that Benjamin said jumbled and as Jake looked at everyone else, he tried to mimic them, but he was always a step behind.

"Dude, you've got to do better than that."

Jake's blood was boiling. "I'm trying."

"Trying? Dude, you either do it or you don't. Looks like you don't."

"Whatever, man," Jake groaned.

"What?" Benjamin said, his eyes narrowing at his.

"Why are you all up on my nuts?"

"Up on your nuts? I haven't even begun," Benjamin growled. Jake swallowed. He didn't know if that was an invitation or a warning.

"Alright now," Benjamin said, blowing his whistle.

Thank God,
Jake thought.

“Go ahead and walk it off,” Benjamin told the others and as he stepped next to Jake he said, “So, uh ... how’s school?”

How’s school? Really? Now, he wanted to be friends?

“Haven’t started yet.”

“Cool. What are you majoring in?”

These questions were bizarre.  What did he want exactly? “Undecided. Just trying a few courses until I figure it out.”

“Stick with it. And your friend?”

Jake looked at him. He was a tough guy, but underneath it all he cared. “Same old, same old.”

“He’s lucky to have you. Not everyone has someone checking on them.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You ever need anything for him, let me know.”

Jake didn’t know what to make of it. No one in this town took the time to take an interest in anyone except for superficial, “How’s the weather?” type of conversations.

“So ... um ... my neck’s bothering me today,” he said in a low tone, so the others couldn't hear.

“Yeah?”

“Think you can hook me up again?” And though Jake was relieved to some degree and told himself it was just a massage request from his secret step-brother, why was his cock hard with the possibilities?

CHAPTER 10

“Just a few private classes, that’s all I’m asking.” Jake followed him past his office. He figured since they were alone after class, he could get away with asking him for it. He'd been working the last couple of days helping Benjamin around the gym and even though it was a lot more work than he thought it would be, he had to do it. Besides, doing the whole group class thing was nice but it was clear, he was going to need a lot more help. And part of him wanted the man all to himself.

Benjamin sighed, leading him into the men's locker room. Sweaty and hard, just like his step-brother. The red lockers stood in rows and there were a couple of low wooden benches in the middle of the room. “Look, I told you I’d let you audit a few classes for helping me around the gym and giving me a little massage, but you suck at it.”

“You didn't like the massage?”

“The massage was cool, but helping me around the gym? You’re too slow and the place looks worse now than when you began. Look at this locker room.” As if to emphasize his point, Benjamin threw some used towels in a hamper.

“I can do better.” Jake's shoulders slumped. He'd been working his ass off for him and didn't like the stench of ungratefulness.

“Just count your blessings that I even did what I did for you. If the guys ever found out I let you audit instead of pay, I’d never hear the end of it.”

“I realize that and I appreciate it believe me. I just thought … I’ll do whatever you need. I swear, anything you want. Anything.”

“Anything?” the man said, raising an eyebrow. Jake's heart froze. Benjamin ran his tongue across his lower lip. Then, shook his head as if trying to come to his senses. “Dude, the only reason why I did what I did for you was because you’re … different. You’re persistent as all fuck and you seem like a good kid. I just can’t do anything more for you. I’ve been taken advantage of and screwed over too many times.”

“I’m not like that.”

“Heard that before.”

Jake sighed as his mind raced. The group class thing wasn't going to be enough. A few classes wouldn't do anything in his quest to kick Steve's ass or protect his best friend. This was impossible.

“He’s going to kill me next time,” Jake said morosely.

“Who?” Benjamin draped his biceps on a locker, narrowing his focus on Jake.

“The guy who … beat us up. I appreciate everything you did for me, I do. And I’m going to practice it every day. Thank you. Really.”

Jake shuffled off, running his hands across the cold metal of the lockers.

Jake had much to do here before he left. College started tomorrow and he had to get up early enough to take the long bus ride there. His body ached and he winced as he bent over to pick up some clothes.

Benjamin groaned. “Tell you what. If I show you a few moves, will you promise to clean this place up and then get the fuck out of here?”

“Yeah,” Jake said, trying to hide his smile.

“First things first,” Benjamin said as he locked the men's locker room. The heavy lock clicked. The sound made Jake's ears prick up. Suddenly, the heat in the room rose and gave Jake a surge of energy. “Do me.”

Jake swallowed hard as his step-brother unraveled the ropes around his sweatpants right there in the locker room. Jake’s eyes widened.

“What?” Benjamin’s voice echoed as he kicked the sweatpants out of the way.

“Your leg, I
—
?” Jake started to say. He wanted to avert his eyes, but he couldn't stop looking at the piece of metal attached to the stump.

“What?” he asked, his eyes narrowing at him. “Take a good look. Get an eyeful. Are you done yet?” An angry edge to Benjamin's voice made Jake ashamed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

“Good. It’s prosthetic. Titanium,” he told him. “Now, let’s get started. Hook me up. Give me another massage but this time, I want you to do everything. My whole body.”

Jake gulped when Benjamin lied on the bench. It was so low that Jake had to fall to his knees. His own muscles ached, but he couldn't refuse Benjamin's offer. He needed more lessons to improve his skills. Was it bad to offer these services in exchange for lessons? He was being used and yet, he liked it. Jake grabbed some oil from a cupboard, squeezing the bottle so that it oozed over his hands and rubbed them together.

His throat clenched when he placed a towel to cover the man's muscular ass. Jake slapped his hands down on Benjamin's back and he moaned.

“Oh, yeah.”

He kneaded Benjamin's shoulders, remembering how he liked it the first time. Carefully though because he didn't want to make the same mistake again and freak Benjamin out.

Benjamin's skin was soft yet masculine, lined with tattoos that covered the scars that told a story; a story he wanted to read but hadn’t been given access to yet.

Jake's heart thumped, digging his fingers into him. Soft murmurs emanated from Benjamin and Jake fought for concentration. The room suddenly was smaller with just the two of them. The next day, other people would come in and have no idea what happened. It was their secret, forbidden and delicious.

“Mmm ...” the man moaned and the vibrations rippling through his body.

Jake ran his fingers to the top of Benjamin's neck and up to his hair. All he wanted was to comb his fingers through it and feel Benjamin shudder under his touch. For so long, Jake hid his own desires and they threatened to burst out. Something about Benjamin grabbed him deep in his soul and tried to wrench out all the unbridled passion.

Jake had to concentrate making sure it didn't boil over. Who knew what Benjamin would do? The least of which be thrown out.

“Y'know, I give you a lot of grief and you're useless at most things you do around here, but damn I'd love to know how you learned to do this,” he said. Words of praise had been rare from Benjamin and they made Jake smile.

“I don't know, I just do what comes naturally,” keeping his voice even.

“Well, you've been given a good talent,” he said. “If it wasn't for this, I'd kicked your sorry ass out by now.” He gasped as Jake touched a sensitive area.

Jake pressed harder and worked at the tense muscles, whatever he needed to please this man. His imagination roamed with the possibilities of what he’d like to do with this strapping Adonis, if only allowed.

“Oh, yeah. Right there.” Benjamin cooed.

It was impossible not to think of Benjamin's body pressing against his. The hot oily skin rubbing against Jake's younger body. His strong tattooed arms wrapping him up, controlling him, and dominating him. His eyes glanced down to the prosthetic leg. Curiosity ran rampant in his mind. He wanted to know the story of how it happened, but feared it impolite to ask.

“Work my legs,” Benjamin ordered, interrupting Jake's train of thought. Jake massaged the backs of Benjamin's thighs, taking the trunks of legs in his hands and squeezing them. Soon they were hot and oily too. Jake leaned forward and ran his hands all the way down one calf, then back up again. The hair matted with the oil. He did the same with the other leg, but had to stop at the stump.

“Ooh, I like that,” the sexy man said.

As Jake's hands crept up Benjamin's inner thigh, heat exuded from the private area. As he got closer, Benjamin's body tensed, but his step-brother let him touch him there. If only he could peel the towel away.

The intense heat made his mouth dry and sweat prickled on his forehead. His knees ached, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted the moment to last forever.

“I feel like a new man.” Benjamin growled. “Now, do my front.”

Jake leaned back as he watched Benjamin turnover on the bench. The towel almost dropped away, revealing his cock, but he caught it just in time.

Fuck. What a tease.
Jake cursed inwardly.

Benjamin laid back and looked up at the ceiling, and shook his head at the state of it. Jake kneeled over Benjamin's head and massaged his chest. His muscles taut and tight, his abs like a washboard. He wondered how they’d taste if he took a lick.

His skin was smooth too, and Jake's hands glided effortlessly over them.

As Jake leaned forward, his arms reached down to Benjamin's stomach, and his head came over his. His full lips pursed. Again he moaned, and Jake hoped that he couldn't hear his heart pounding.

As Jake's hands slid across the man's torso, his eyes searched the handsome young man’s face. His eyes closed; so peaceful and serene ... so beautiful.  His features were chiseled and sculpted to perfection. Jake was transfixed.

Benjamin opened his eyes and Jake darted his away. A sly smile curved on his lips, but not a word was spoken. Jake brought his hands back up, sending them along his tense biceps. They were so big, his hands barely fit around them.

“Do my body more,” Benjamin said. His hot minty breath, just inches from his, washed over Jake's face. It was painful to not to kiss those sexy lips. He craved to touch Benjamin's cheeks, stroke his face, and bend down to kiss him. Their tongues would dance together. But he had to resist, had to break away. He slid down to the side of the bench keeping his hands along Benjamin's washboard abs.

“Lower.” Benjamin gasped, his voice barely a whisper. Jake slid his hands down and brushed against the edge of the towel. So soft and warm, and yet what lay underneath, so hard and hot. Dare he push his hands down?

He longed for Benjamin’s crotch, so distracted that the massage stopped. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to take the risk. It was only the two of them in that locker room after all. Rules of society didn't matter when it was just the two of them.

Lust seized him, but fear battled his mind. Then, he saw Benjamin looking directly at him with those big, blue eyes right through his soul. It was a look of familiarity as if for a second, they shared a moment, a connection.  Was it just wishful thinking? Jake froze with fear, but when Benjamin didn't protest, he almost slid his hand underneath.

“I guess it's about time for another lesson,” he said, and began to rise. Jake disappointedly pulled his hand away. Had there been a moment where the same thought had crossed Benjamin’s mind?

“Oh, almost forgot something,” Benjamin said. “Hold on.”

“What?”

“Just stay there.” He wrapped a towel around himself, unlocked the door and left.