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said, as the young man got his way and Louis hit the mattress. A moment later Jake straddled his thighs. Eager lips closed over his nipple and teased it with warmth. Yet beautiful as he looked, masculine as he was, Jake might as well be a woman for all the lust Louis felt toward him now. He tugged at Jake’s hair, coaxing him to lift his face. “Why are you bothering with me?”
     
    “Because I like you. Because you’re different. Because I don’t give up so easy. Because you shouldn’t either.” Jake sounded genuinely troubled by Louis’s reticence. Or maybe the prospect of not getting laid tonight troubled him more. “Have you got any oil?”
     
    “Oil?”
     
    “Cooking oil or body lotion will do.”
     
    “Why would you want…?”
     
    “I’ve got an idea that might help you relax. We’ll need some”—the corner of his mouth twitched up—“lubrication. K-Y won’t do.”
     
    Louis recalled that he’d bought a small bottle of cooking oil with the intention of fixing himself eggs of a morning. Except he’d never quite got round to it.
     
    “The kitchen.”
     
    “I’ll find it. Don’t move. Okay?”
     
    Louis nodded as Jake launched himself off the bed and disappeared through the door. Louis wondered once again how he’d managed to get himself into this situation. It had been a game with Jake, or so he’d thought back at the bar. A little light flirtation in the one or two extended glances they’d shared. Louis hadn’t exactly encouraged the guy. He wouldn’t know how.
     
    What did Jake want out of this? Not merely sex. Had Louis mentioned his father’s money somewhere along the line? It was hardly something he could question Jake about outright. Jake’s father owned a bar. He probably had money enough of his own. So did Jake want sex or money? Either way he was going to be disappointed.
     
    When Jake came trotting back with the small bottle of vegetable oil, he was still, Louis noted with a trace of envy, most of the way to hard.
     
    “Now lay down for me.” Jake climbed back on the bed.
     
    Louis didn’t know where this was heading, but he wasn’t in the mood to tag along. “I’d rather not.”
     
    “Why not? I’m here, you’re here, and we’re both naked. All the ingredients are present. Give me five minutes. If nothing happens, we can just sleep.”
     
    “Or you can leave.”
     
    Jake lifted a shoulder. “If you still want me to. I’ll even go without a fuss.”
     
    “Will that be after you’ve made me stink like a French fry?”
     
    “Everyone loves the smell of fries, Louis.” Jake uncapped the oil. “Me, most of all.”
     
    Louis gave up. He felt about as sexual as a French fry but lay back down anyway. If Jake wanted to prolong the farce, he could give up five more minutes of his time.
     
    “No,” Jake said. “On your front. I won’t need to touch your dick. Not yet, anyway.”
     
    He tipped a liberal amount of oil into his hand, and Louis begrudgingly rolled over, baring his backside to whatever nefarious tricks Jake had in store. A moment later Jake’s weight settled on it.
     
    “Try and relax,” he said as his oiled hands made contact with Louis’s shoulders.
     
    Relax? Louis could never relax with a beautiful man in his bed, at least not until he’d paid them off and they went on their way several hundred dollars the richer.
     
    “Breathe slow and deep. In through your nose out through your mouth.” If Louis hadn’t quite understood, Jake demonstrated with a few exaggerated breaths of his own.
     
    “I should have kicked you out an hour ago,” Louis muttered, settling his cheek against the pillow.
     
    “I only arrived an hour ago.”
     
    Exactly . “Do you really get off on rolling the bones of an old wreck like me?”
     
    “I get off on good-looking guys.” Jake shifted his weight forward. A moment later his hot breath tickled the back of Louis’s neck. “This is as much for me as for you.”
     
    He wasn’t sure