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Ajax flipped a page. "Being kidnapped?"

"Being in hotel rooms with hot guys."

"Is that so?" Ajax replied without looking up from his book, his voice flat and uninterested.

Damn, not even a twitch. He was good. "Yeah," Dylan continued, undeterred. "Big, strong, tough guys who think they're too good for someone like me."

He sauntered over and leaned over the back of the couch, trying to catch Ajax's eye. "But you know what? Underneath all that, they all want me."

"Knock it off, kid," Ajax warned, still not giving him the satisfaction of eye contact. His words were firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Or what?"

Ajax's dark eyes finally met Dylan's, a flicker of irritation flashing across his rugged face. "I said knock it off," he repeated, his tone low and dangerous.

Feeling the heat of frustration rise in his cheeks, Dylan moved closer to Ajax, desperate for a reaction. He couldn't stand being ignored any longer. He sidled up next to the older man, letting one hand rest on Ajax's broad thigh.

"Y'know," he began, his voice low and sultry. "You really should take advantage of what you've got here." He traced his fingers along the tense muscle beneath them, enjoying the way Ajax's jaw tightened ever so slightly. "I'm more interesting than some boring old book."

"Get lost, kid." Ajax didn't bother looking at him.

Unbelievable. Ajax's composure was unshakable — and annoying as hell.

But if the subtle approach wouldn't work, maybe it was time to try another tactic.

Dylan picked up the TV remote from the coffee table, feigning nonchalance as he idly flipped through channels. His thumb hovered over the button he knew would turn on one specific channel.

With a sly grin, he pressed it.

The sudden blare of explicit moans and harsh breathing filled the hotel room, accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Dylan watched Ajax's face intently, hungry for any sign of a reaction.

"Oops," he said innocently, shrugging his shoulders. "Must've hit the wrong button. You want me to change it?"

Ajax finally looked up from his book, dark eyes locking onto Dylan's. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. "Behave yourself," he said plainly, but there was a hint of a growl in his voice.

"Sorry," Dylan replied, not sorry at all. "But look how much fun they're having." He gestured toward the screen, where two men were giving it their all, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. "That has to be more interesting than…" He looked over at Ajax's book. "Some old Roman war shit."

"Turn it off, Dylan," Ajax warned, but Dylan just grinned, feeling a thrill run through him at having finally gotten under the older man's skin.

"Or what?" Dylan shot back again, a smug grin playing on his lips.

He watched as Ajax clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck tightening with restraint. The sight only served to fuel Dylan's arousal. He couldn't help but imagine those strong hands wrapped around him, forcing him into submission.

A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of Ajax finally losing his iron-clad control and fucking him with the ferocity of a caged beast. That would be one hell of a way to spend the week, that was for sure.

Heat raced through his body, anticipation and excitement fuelled by the sounds of flesh slapping coming from the TV. And he wasn't the only one. Ajax looked impassive as ever — but there was no way that Dylan could miss the tent of his cock thickening in his pants. There was no hiding a beast like that.

He swallowed. Ajax was into men, too?

Score.

"You're a real brat, you know that?"

"Guilty as charged," Dylan replied with a smug grin, reveling in the fact that he'd managed to provoke the older man. He threw his arms out wide, deliberately putting himself on display. "So, what are you going to do about it, big guy?"

For a moment, Ajax remained silent, his intense gaze locked onto Dylan. Then, in one fluid motion, he slammed his book shut and kicked the coffee table out of the way, clearing a space infront of the couch. "Get down on the floor," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Dylan's heart skipped a beat.Fuck yes.

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