Page 13 of Justice For Me

Malachi’s violet eyes blinked innocently, but Justice knew better than to fall for his act. The bastard was toying with him just because he could.

“Very funny, smartass,” he smirked back as he started his stretches. Malachi merely grinned and started his own warm up.

Holy fucking sons of bitches, the man was built like a god. He had muscles on top of his muscles. Every inch of him was rock hard and built to do damage. Tattoos covered his upper arms and make him look sexier than fuck. Both nipples were pierced and damn it straight to hell, Justice wanted to touch them. Adapting to and accepting his sudden attraction to someone not of the opposite sex was still an itsy bitsy problem for him…but nothing he couldn’t handle, at least not when Malachi was his reward.

When the dude dropped and started whipping out his push-ups like it was the easiest damn thing in the world, Justice couldn’t look away. The muscles on his shoulders bunched and flexed with each drop and rise. His biceps tightened, showing off the rewards of his daily workouts.

Justice sighed…dude was fucking hot.

“I love you watching me with that blatantly hungry look in your pretty blue eyes, but this isn’t a spectator sport, doll. Drop down and give me fifty so we can get started.” He gave him a wicked smile. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got.”

Justice knew his checks were stained with a blush by the time he finished the set of push-ups. Malachi had studied his body just as intensely as he had done to him and the lust in his eyes was unsettling to say the least. His mouth was dry and his heart was jack hammering…and it wasn’t from the push-ups.

“Perfect. Now have a seat on the bench and let’s get you started. You’ve got a really cute ass, by the way, real tight and perky. Nice ass for flogging and fucking.”

Justice groaned. “Come on, dude. Don’t mess with me. Working out is some serious shit.” Plus he couldn’t keep his cock down when Malachi talked trash to him.

Broad shoulders shrugged. “It’s a seriously cute ass. I thought you might need to know.”

Ahhhh, he did compliment has ass after all.

Justice plopped down on the bench and pictured himself cutting the ears off kittens to try and dampen his libido. Mental note to self: keep going with his current workout routine, Malachi liked his ass.

A naughty smile tugged at Malachi’s lips. “Maybe you should work out naked.”

The deep and husky laugh that had followed the comment had tickled Justice’s cock and balls and sent erotic visions of naked workouts dancing through his dirty mind. Playful Malachi was new to him…and fucking hotter than hot.

He tried to rein it in. “Maybe you should just spot me, big guy. How much weight did you set up for me?”

“One eighty-five, lightweight,” Malachi answered. “Surely you can handle that much? Hell, a girl can lift that much.”

Justice frowned. He wasn’t a lightweight, his expertise was in martial arts, not lifting weights. “What do you lift?”

“Three fifty or better.”

Smug bastard. Smug fucking strong bastard.

“Add more weight.”

Malachi grunted. “Mmmhmmm. Let’s start with this, hot shot. I need to see what you’ve got.”

“I think you’ve seen it,” Justice countered with a smirk. Being near Malachi was already causing his body to start humming.

“Yea, I’ve seen it…liked it….now I’m ready to make it work.”

And boy did he ever. Malachi worked his upper body until the burn was several notches above uncomfortable and his arms were starting to jerk and tremble as he pumped the iron. All the while, Malachi stood over him, watching closely to ensure he was still handling his reps. He explained, in that fucking sexy voice, what muscle each move was developing. His fingers, lethal weapons, traced paths along each straining muscle as he talked him through the moves. Thank the fuck he’d settled in with around two fifty on the weights…and Malachi had been impressed. Yep, fucking impressed withhim.

“Okay. Good boy. This will be the last arm muscle move we do for this workout. Keep going until you fail on your last one,” he instructed.

“Huh? Fail?” Justice hated how his arm muscles were quivering and shaking beneath the strain. Hell, his entire upper body was starting to jerk and twitch like some poor animal that had been ran over and was suffering through its final death throes.

“Yep. Pump till you fail.” He placed his hands under the bar but didn’t touch it. “Your last rep will be the one where I have to help you.”

Shit. He didn’t like that. Neediness, something he fought against daily. Realistically he knew this wasn’t the same thing, but his mind still fought against it…so he kept raising and dropping the weights.

Malachi’s eyes narrowed. What was the kid thinking? His body was moving, muscles obviously hurting so badly Malachi could probably hear them screaming uncle if he listened close enough but his mind was even busier. He was clueless as to what was troubling the kid but damned well knew something wasn’t right.

“Stubborn brat!” He spat as he jerked the bar up and away, resting it safely in the catches of the rack. “Where the hell did you just go, Justice?” His voice sounded like an angry growl.

---