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As Dylan gritted his teeth and attempted to lift his trembling body once more, Ajax couldn't help but be impressed by the stubborn pride that drove him to keep going. The thought of breaking through that defiance, of forcing the kid out of his detached sarcasm and into earnest need… it sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.

Dylan's muscles strained as he tried to complete the final push up. His face twisted in a mixture of pain, frustration, and determination: an intoxicating combination.

And with a final surge of effort, Dylan managed to lift himself off the ground one last time, his body trembling with the strength of his willpower. With a gasp, he dropped back to the ground, rolling over to look up at Ajax.

He was sprawled out in front of Ajax, limbs akimbo, panting heavily, sweat-soaked and flushed, desperate for his reward—

Dylan's gaze shot upward just in time to see Ajax come. His eyes locked onto Ajax's cock, watching intently as thick ropes of come erupted. Dylan's mouth hung open in disbelief, a mixture of exhaustion and raw curiosity glimmering in his hazel eyes.

As the last remnants of Ajax's release dripped down, Dylan's trembling body gave out completely. He threw himself back against the ground with a groan. "Son of a bitch," he muttered breathlessly.

Ajax, feeling both triumphant and sated, couldn't help but chuckle at Dylan's reaction. He cleaned up with a nearby tissue — the hotel staff knew what they were doing, putting the tissuebox by the TV — before tucking his cock back into his pants. With a flick of the remote, the graphic porn on the TV screen disappeared, leaving only a quiet hum of the air conditioning behing.

"Alright, that's enough," Ajax declared, picking up his book again. He settled back into his seat. "Be quiet now, I'm up to a really good part."

"Really? That's it?" Dylan huffed, still sprawled on the floor, his face flushed and sweat-drenched. "You're just gonna ignore me after... that?"

"Yep," Ajax replied, already flipping through the pages to find where he'd left off.

He knew that Dylan was seeking some form of acknowledgement or validation, but he wasn't about to give it to him that easily.

But underneath his cool resolve, his mind was racing, replaying the sight of Dylan's eyes devouring him as he came, the way his lithe body trembled beneath the weight of his boots.

He couldn't deny the magnetic pull between them, but he refused to let Dylan see just how much their little game had affected him.

"Unbelievable," Dylan spat, his voice tinged with annoyance and admiration in equal measure. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

"Must be a really fucking good book," Dylan grumbled, rolling his eyes as he stood up on shaky baby-deer legs. "I'm taking a shower."

"Go ahead," Ajax replied, not looking up from his book, even though he could feel Dylan's gaze burning into him.

As the bathroom door slammed shut, he allowed himself a small smile.

Chapter seven

The morning sunlight streamed into the hotel room, casting a warm glow on Dylan's damp skin, fresh from the shower. He lay sprawled across the bed, the crisp white sheets crumpled beneath him.

He knew should be plotting his escape. He wasn't going to let the mafia keep him locked up forever, even if they said it was for the best.

But all he could think about was Ajax.

As the memory of last night's challenge resurfaced, Dylan's cock twitched in response. He recalled the sensation of Ajax's boots pressing firmly against his back, the weight grounding him as he completed each push up. The feel of the rough leather through the thin fabric of his shirt, pressing against his sweat-slick body, had ignited a fire within him that still burned under his skin.

"Damnit," Dylan muttered under his breath.

All night, his thoughts had kept wandering back to the sight of Ajax coming undone: that thick, powerful cock gripped tightly in his large hand as he stroked himself, the creamy white come spattering across his strong abs.

That image only fueled Dylan's craving for more — more of Ajax's body, more of his control, more of his cock, more of whatever the fuck that intense battle of wills had been.

Ajax had thought he'd won. He'd see about that.

A sudden knock on the door tore Dylan from his thoughts, making him jump. "You decent, Dylan?" Ajax's deep voice came from the other side.

"Never."

He heard Ajax sigh before opening the door, revealing his towering figure clad in a leather jacket. "I need to step out for a few minutes."

It should have been music to Dylan's ears. Instead, he felt an unexpected twinge of fear at the thought of being left alone.

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