The Boyfriend Trap

Prologue “Luke…” Luke looked up from his books and saw Jamie standing in the doorway to the office, dressed in his wrestling costume, with streaks of oily mud all over his skin. Luke forgot how to speak for a moment, then managed to grunt, “What?” “Shower’s not working,” Jamie said, hands on his hips. Damn, he looked fine. When Luke failed to respond, Jamie said, “Can you take a look?” “Can’t you ask someone else?” Luke said. “They’re all busy,” Jamie replied. “And I’m so dirty.” Luke smiled at that. “Alright,” he relented, getting up from his chair. Jamie smiled deviously and strutted off. Luke had a perfect view of his plump ass, clad in brightly colored spandex, as he walked down the hall. Jamie led the way to the changing rooms with the shower stalls—basically a set of small bathrooms with leaky showers. Jamie went into one room, and gestured to the shower stall inside. Luke edged in past him, careful not to get mud on his clothes from brushing too close. “What’s the problem?” “It’s the dial,” Jamie said, closing the changing room door. Luke frowned, but he leaned into the shower and tried the dial. The water came on as normal, spurting out of the shower hose above. Luke leaned out of the way so he didn’t get splashed, and rolled up his sleeve so he could hold his hand under the spray. The water was warm. Luke withdrew his hand and turned around, raising an eyebrow at Jamie. “Works fine.” Jamie was watching him with a half-smile on his lips. “Oops,” he said, not sounding the least bit sorry. “My bad.” Luke was acutely aware they were shut in a changing room alone together. “You, um.” He cleared his throat. “You can shower now.” Jamie’s smile spread over his face. “What a good idea,” he purred, and reached for the straps on his shoulders. Luke’s eyes got a little rounder as Jamie shucked the straps and pushed the costume down, exposing his sculpted pectorals and washboard abs. Not that Luke hadn’t seen Jamie strip before, just…It was a little different with only the two of them. “Um. I’ll just get out of your way then,” he mumbled, trying to avert his eyes. His eyes didn’t want to look away. “You don’t have to leave,” Jamie said, working the tight spandex costume down over his hips. It dropped down his legs to the floor, leaving him naked. Jamie was already half hard, his c**k standing out proudly from his body. He walked toward Luke seductively (and, damn, he knew how to make a walk look sexy) and stopped just in front of him. The room was small, there wasn’t anywhere else for Luke to go. He swallowed. “We, um. We talked about this.” “You talked,” Jamie corrected, and stepped into the shower. He placed his hands on both sides of the cubicle, half twisting away so he could throw a flirty look over his shoulder. “Come on, Luke. Hop in.” “I don’t think it’s such a good idea.” “I’ve seen you looking,” Jamie said, and reached for the sponge. He stepped under the spray, water cascading down his back and over his ass. The streaks of mud began to run off his skin, tracking down his legs. Luke exhaled in admiration. “Lookin’s different than doin’.” Jamie laughed at that. “What’s the problem? I can be discreet.” It wasn’t about being discreet, Luke thought, it was just…Workplace romances were never a good idea, and he didn’t have a great track record when it came to romance anyway. “Enjoy your shower,” Luke said, and yanked the plastic shower curtain across the stall to create a barrier. “Yeah, I’ll jerk off thinking about you,” Jamie said, and the shower curtain showed a perfect Jamie silhouette as he began to wash himself. “It’s a free country,” Luke quipped, and made himself look away. Damn, his d**k was hard as a rock. He adjusted himself, then headed to the door. “Do you think about me when you jerk off?” Jamie asked, making Luke pause. “Because I think about you. A lot.” Luke’s horny mind helpfully provided images of Jamie doing just that: what he’d look like and what sounds he’d make when he came. Luke knew he should get out of here, now, but…What if he stayed? What if he pursued this thing with Jamie? What if…Luke grabbed the door handle, opened it. He closed his eyes, knowing he should walk out, not get involved. A long moment passed, the only sound being the water falling in the shower. Jamie called out, hesitant, “You still there?” Luke sighed in defeat, and closed the door again. “Yeah,” he said. Jamie’s answering laugh was bright and happy. “Well, what’re you waiting for? My back won’t wash itself, you know.” Luke smiled. “Alright.” He started unbuttoning his shirt as he toed off his boots. He undressed quickly, tossing his clothes every which way, then approached the shower cubicle. “Come on in,” Jamie coaxed. Luke slipped in through the curtain, into the steamy, wet cubicle. “I’m, uh, I’m kind of hairy,” he warned. Jamie smiled at him over his shoulder. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He passed the sponge back, and Luke took it. “Wash me? I’m a very dirty boy.” Luke let out a chuckle and shook his head. “You sure are.” He took the body-wash and squirted soap onto the sponge. Luke wrapped one arm around Jamie, pulling him in close. Jamie went with it, pressing his body into Luke’s and making a pleased sound. Luke ran the sponge over Jamie’s skin, washing the streaks of mud away. “How was your match?” he asked. Jamie chuckled lowly. “Didn’t you watch it on the security feed?” “Yeah, I did,” Luke said, running the sponge over Jamie’s arm and chest, “but I wanna know how you thought it went.” “Mmm, it went fine,” Jamie murmured. “I think Scott needs to play to the crowd more.” “I’ll talk to him,” Luke said, and pressed a kiss to Jamie’s shoulder. “You looked amazing out there.” Jamie hummed happily. “You like my new costume?” “I like all your costumes because you’re in them.” Luke dropped the sponge and all pretence of washing, and instead began smoothing his hands over Jamie’s skin, all his curves of toned, hard muscle. Luke pressed his face close to Jamie’s neck and his long hair, damp from the spray of water. Jamie leaned into him, a low whine escaping as he bumped his ass into Luke’s erection. “Please,” he murmured. “I want you.” Luke reached a hand around Jamie’s front and laid it flat against his firm abdomen. “Hands on the tiles in front of you,” he instructed, “and move your feet apart.” “Yes, sir,” Jamie replied, moving into place. He may have been half joking with the sir, but Luke liked hearing it. Ever so slowly, Luke moved his hand down Jamie’s body. He purposely avoided touching Jamie’s d**k, hard and jutting out in front of him. Luke trailed his hand down Jamie’s thigh, dragging his fingernails lightly over his skin, then back up over his hipbone. Jamie let out a little noise when Luke slowly repeated the motion. “What do you want?” Luke asked, lips at Jamie’s neck. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Please, touch me.” Luke smiled. “Well, since you asked nice.” He adjusted his hand, felt for Jamie’s c**k, and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. Jamie whimpered with need and tried rocking his hips. Luke tightened his hold around Jamie’s chest with his arm. “Don’t move,” he said firmly. “You just stay still while I play with you. Got it?” Jamie made a desperate sound, but he nodded his head. “Yessir.” “Good boy.” Luke slid his hand up and down Jamie’s c**k at a slow pace, swiping his index finger over the head to feel the precome there. “This turn you on?” he asked, pressing his own c**k between Jamie’s wet thighs, the warm water from the shower sloshing over them both. Jamie gasped and moaned, tensing up in Luke’s arms. Luke moved his hand lower and felt Jamie’s balls, tight and drawn up. “You’re close,” he said, squeezing them gently in his hand as Jamie swore under his breath. Luke felt his balls twitch and then Jamie was coming, hips jerking as he cried out softly. Luke moved his hand and wrapped it around Jamie’s c**k, jacking him as he came. “That’s it,” he soothed. “Make pretty sounds for me.” Jamie breathed out a laugh, catching his breath, and let his hands fall from the tiles. “Don’t sound so smug,” he said, turning around to face Luke. His eyes dropped to Luke’s chest, hands reaching out to touch him. “Wow, you are hairy.” “I did warn you.” “I’m not complaining.” Jamie grinned, meeting his eyes. “I like a hairy chest.” Luke gave him a half smile. “Wait till you see my back.” Jamie laughed, and encircled Luke in his arms. He peered over Luke’s shoulder to take a look, then faced him again. “Looks good to me.” Luke wasn’t sure what to say. He felt a little overwhelmed, and his c**k was still hard and distracting him. He got hold of Jamie’s hips, keeping him in place so he could lean in and kiss Jamie on his mouth. Jamie kissed him back, holding onto Luke’s shoulders. They made out under the spray of water, deepening the kiss with tongues swirling together. When Luke pushed his hips at Jamie, he took the hint and reached a hand down to close around Luke’s erection. Luke grunted in approval and began rocking his hips, Jamie jacking him in steady motions with the water making the slide all wet and slippery. Luke was close, and soon he felt his orgasm build. He thrust his hips faster as that feeling crested and he came, spilling over Jamie’s hand. He gasped into Jamie’s mouth as they kissed, and Jamie kept his hand on Luke’s c**k until he came down from it. “You got a nice c**k,” Jamie murmured hotly. “Want it in me.” Luke exhaled on a laugh. “I’m not attempting that kind of moves inside a shower stall. I don’t have a death wish.” “Take me home?” Jamie asked. “We can do those moves in bed.” Luke thought about it. Images flooded his mind of the two of them in his bed, and all the fun they could have together. He’d been watching Jamie in the club long enough to have built up plenty of fantasies already, most involving Jamie on his back, or on top riding Luke’s c**k. Now it looked like those fantasies were coming true. The reality though, that’s what Luke was wary of. He wasn’t terribly good at relationships, casual or otherwise, and he hadn’t been in one for quite some time. Jamie seemed to sense his hesitation, and he drew back with a hurt look on his face. Luke didn’t want that, and he wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing or not, but he found himself saying, “Go dry off. I’m taking you home.” Jamie gave him a bright smile in response, and Luke realised that, yes, he wanted this. He’d give it, give them, a chance.