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“I don’t know. Just in case I need extra time to…” He waved a hand distractedly. “If I mess something up. I won’t, but I’m just saying. Extra time is always good.”
I pulled my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside, attention straying to Jesse as he rested his ass against the arm of an easy chair and pushed it next to the window. The sun glinted off the crown of his head, burnishing the strands a warm golden red. He had a tiny smattering of freckles just under his eyes, too, that I’d never noticed before.
He gathered clothes from the floor in a heap, tossing them onto his bed, and adjusted the blinds so sunlight poured in across the chair. There wasn’t anything fancy about the chair either; it was just a standard plaid overstuffed armchair.
He dug through the heap of stuff on his bed and pulled free a white blanket then set about tucking into the chair to cover up the plaid.
“No offense, but this looks a little… basic?”
“Itisbasic, that’s the point. This video in particular is going to be hot because of that. Plus, the light’s gonna come in at an angle and form all kinds of sexy shadows on your big-ass He-Man chest. Might as well showcase the glorious rewards of all those hours you spend in the gym.” Jesse fiddled with the blanket some more, then whipped around and stopped, staring at me. He splayed a hand over his chest. “Wow. God.” He shook his head with a teasing smile. “Don’t even say ‘what.’ I can see it forming on your lips, and you know what. No one spends that much time in the gym and doesn’t know what they look like shirtless.”
I looked down at myself, fighting a laugh. “You just took it from compliment to making me strangely self-conscious.” And I was, but there was another feeling wrapped around it, too. A warm sensation woven through the tease that made the hairs on my arm prickle with awareness.
“You’re welcome. Leave the underwear on,” he said, when I hooked my thumb behind my waistband. “Actually, no, take them off. Boxers are boring. I’ve got something better.” He reached into a drawer, moving with businesslike efficiency, pulled out a pair of briefs, and lobbed them at me before returning to his nip/tuck business with the chair.
I stared down at what looked like a torn-off remnant of someone’s biker shorts. “I won’t be able to fit these over my thighs.”
“They’re stretchy. The fit’s not the point. We’re showcasing, remember?” He cut me a saucy wink. He was kinda cute bustling all round with purpose and energy, and his excitement over the idea, which I still didn’t quite understand the allure of, proved infectious.
I dropped the doubts and decided to go along for the ride.
But the briefs were way too fucking tight. “Nothing can breathe, Jesse.”
“Fortunately, dicks don’t need their own air supply, or they’d have come with gills. Gross image. Here.” He started to reach for my crotch, then pulled his hands back and shook his head at himself. “Just, umm, re-tuck.” His hands moved comically in the air, like they were controlling the one I wedged behind the skintight briefs. “Angle your shaft up, yeah. That’ll give your balls more space, too. Plus, when you get hard, it’s gonna make a massive sexy bulge that people are gonna drool all over their screens for. Come over here so I can oil you.”
“Oil, too?” I wondered if this was what porn stars felt like. The attention was nice. Aside from the team trainer, I hadn’t been touched much lately, and it’d been a while since I hooked up with someone. I’d grown up in an affectionate household, and I missed the casual touches sometimes.
My nipples pebbled and goose bumps erupted over my skin as Jesse smoothed baby oil over me. When a little tremor ran through my shoulders, he stopped and glanced up at me inquisitively.
“Sorry. I’m used to deep tissue massage and feeling like I’ve been beaten up afterward. This actually feels good. Can’t help it.”
“I need to go get one. A massage, I mean. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to afford a personal massage therapist.” Jesse laughed, poured another handful of oil on his palm, and caressed it down my biceps and forearms, moving slower.
“I thought about becoming one once.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.” I let my eyes fall shut as he smoothed more oil over my skin. “Maybe if the whole gym thing doesn’t work out.”
“Trust me when I say you’d be very popular as a gym owner or massage therapist.”
I groaned absently as another layer of oil coated my skin, losing track of the conversation because the way Jesse stroked both hands down the length of my arms, one after the other, firm and steady, somehow translated to a tingling sensation in my balls.
I wondered what that same kind of touch would feel like directly on my cock.
Just as I had the thought, Jesse’s gaze lowered to my crotch where the stretchy fabric had started to strain. When he lifted it again, humor danced in the warm hazel tones. “Maybe I missed my calling. You know what this makes me think about?”
“What,” I asked belatedly, entranced by the quick movements of his hands and the electricity spreading over my skin everywhere he touched. I probably sounded like a dolt. Man, who knew I was such a sucker for being doused in oil and caressed?
“Some of my favorite videos are the straight guy gets a massage trope. Have you ever seen one?”
I shook my head.
“You’re missing out. Search for it on Pornhub next time and see what you think.” He moved to my back, rubbing more oil on me before giving my shoulder a sharp smack. “I think we’re ready. Go sit in the chair, and let’s get to it.”
“You didn’t put any on my ass.”
Silence. Then Jesse laughed. “Really?”