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exactly what Jake was expecting, but a massage wasn’t going to turn Louis into a handsome stud anytime soon. Still, as Jake’s thumbs worked at the tension in his shoulders, something deep inside him began to unfurl.
     
    “You’re tense in all the wrong places.” Jake kneaded Louis’s flesh, focusing on the knots across his shoulders. “I can loosen you up, but it’ll take a bit of time. While we’re waiting, why don’t I tell you a bit about myself?”
     
    Louis groaned inwardly and was reminded of another reason why he used whores for sex. The last thing he wanted was the guy’s life story.
     
    “Where should I start? Um, I’m twenty-two and I’m at uni, as you know. My degree is in Sports Scie—”
     
    Louis let out another groan, half frustration and half the sensation of Jake’s fingers teasing the tension from his body.
     
    “Do you like that?”
     
    “It’s not unpleasant,” he said. Indeed, it was the most pleasant experience that had happened to him in quite a while.
     
    “Good.” He did the same again, and a jolt of pleasure surged to Louis’s dick. Maybe there was something to this relaxation shit after all.
     
    “Anyway, after I get my degree, what I’d like to do is own a gym. A string of gyms eventually. I’ll add to the family dynasty that way, because I’m not exactly going to give my parents grandkids like my sister has. She has two, one of each. Um…oh, I lived with a guy once. Thought it was going okay until I came back early from a lecture one day and found him in bed with a girl.”
     
    “Ouch.” Louis lifted his head as Jake’s thumbs bit deep into his shoulders. Jake shoved him back down with his palm and carried on reciting his autobiography.
     
    “Yeah. It did sting a bit. Afterwards, when I was packing my stuff, he said I shouldn’t take it badly. I was only a phase. A yearlong fucking phase, which I still don’t understand. He was gay with me, Louis. We fucked almost every night, and he almost never topped.” Jake sniffed. “I went a bit crazy for a few months. I slept around with random guys. But I didn’t enjoy it. So I stopped. I’ve been celibate almost eight weeks. Then this hot American guy shows up and orders a large bourbon, and all my celibacy plans go out the window.”
     
    “I’m not American,” Louis said into the pillow.
     
    “Okay, so this guy with a sexy American accent shows up and orders a large bourbon.” Jake shifted his weight to Louis’s thighs and ran his thumbs up the ridge of his spine.
     
    “After a couple of nights of making small talk, I begin to realize something,” Jake’s hot breath puffed against Louis’s tailbone. “The reason he comes to the bar is because he enjoys my company, I mean, talking and stuff. I don’t think he has friends or family around, only his mother. He told me she’s in the hospital. He’s having a tough time, but all I want is to get to know him better. What I’d really like to do is make him smile. I try dropping some clumsy hints, but this guy, he’s kind of shy and reserved, but I know he’s gay. I know he’s into me because I’ve caught him looking.”
     
    “You must be used to guys looking at you.”
     
    “Well, yeah. But I haven’t looked back in months. Not until you.”
     
    “Ah well, at least you’ve stopped referring to me in the third person.”
     
    “Huh?”
     
    Jake might not be much in the brain department, but as those talented hands eased the weary ache in his bones, much of Louis’s stress seeped away. For the first time, in a long time, he felt able to drift off to sleep without the aid of the bourbon. He was on the verge of it too when Jake’s fingers dug sharply into his ribs.
     
    “I’m done here,” he announced, climbing off. “You’re about as relaxed as you’re going to get.”
     
    “Too relaxed.” Louis buried his face in the pillow, hoping Jake would take the hint and let him sleep. A sharp, stinging slap landed across his ass,