Page 69 of The Rat

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Everything was going fine.They’d lifted weights, worked upa sweat on the exercise bikes, and achedtheir thighs and biceps on the rowing machine.

Rory’s depressingmoodvanished, and he and Ollie challenged each other on the machines.Heaviest lift, furthest distance cycled, fastest singing of‘row yourboat’. Eachtime they took a breather, Rory had to contain himself. Sebastiangrunted when he worked out. Veins popped in his arms, and his tanktop stuck to his body. He panted, and his chest heaved, and Rorycouldn’t look away.

Despite the emotionalturmoilraging in his head, he still got aroused, he still haddesires of a sexual nature, and they’d attached themselves toSebastian Claw.

“Hey!”

Rory looked up. “Sorry,what?”

Sebastianwaved him closer. “Come on, Iwanna see what Captain taught you.”

Ollie jumped up and raisedhisfists.“Okay—”

“Not you, him.”

He pointed at Rory, and hehesitantly got to his feet. “Idunno if that’s a good idea.”

“Captain taught you how todefend yourself against an attacker, how to take them down, pinthem?”

Ollie nodded along. “Yeah, Ialways kickedRory’s ass.”

“Not always.”

“Ollie, you’re with Teddy. It’smy turn to kick Rory’s ass.”

Sebastian stepped back, thentugged off histank top. Rory averted his gaze, then peeked a look. Hismuscles gleamed with a slight sweat, and the hair on his pectoralshad darkened. His skin was taut, and Rory’s eyes were dragged downto the firm skin under his belly button, the slant of his hips, andthe vein that disappeared under his waist band.

His abdominals twitched as hewaited, andRory gulped.

“Show me what you can do,” Sebastianmumbled.

Rory shook his head. “I can’t doanything.”

“Sure youcan.”

He stepped closer, grabbedRory’s hands, then put them to his chest. “Comeon, Rory,show me.”

A blush built in hisface—even hisears started to feel like they were burning up. He kept his handswhere Sebastian had placed them, one on either of hispectorals.

“What’s the problem?”Sebastian murmured. “Touch me, grab me, try to throw medown.”

Rory’s fingers twitchedof their ownaccord, groping Sebastian’s chest.

Sebastian grinned, then tookRory’s hands and put them on his waist. “Here see if youcan get me fromhere, wrap your arms around me, take me to the floor.”

Rory couldn’t move. His handswere on Sebastian’s body,his sweaty body.

“Or how about you get a hold ofmy neck?”

Sebastian gripped Rory’swrists, brushed themup his chest, then encouraged Rory’s arms around his neck. Rory wasclose enough to smell him. His skin was hot and their chestspressed together.

“Rory, are you broken?” Olliemuttered.

He blinked. “No, I—”

Sebastian grabbed him, trippedhim, then pinned him to the mat. The airleft Rory’s lungs in a whoosh, andhis eyes watered at the breathless feeling in his chest. Then heforgot every mild pain and focused on the one between his legs. Hewas hard, and his cock was trapped and uncomfortable.

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