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Jack simply stared open mouthed, from the cigarette now lying burnt out on the floor to Deano walking away with a smirk.
"Cheeky Bastard..." he mumbled under his breath, although he couldn't help but feel aroused at his rough treatment.
The command and confidence with which Deano made every calculated movement was alluring in itself, nevermind when he pounced you.
Jack shoved a few mints into his mouth, maybe they would make him look tough if he chewed on them...
When Deano issued his next command Jack very nearly fell off the bench.
His instinct told him to yell 'What!? Now!?", but his sense got the better of him.
He looked to the shower where James was already getting comfortable and shook his head warily.
He had to of course, it was all about the team, even if he had to share a shower with the very bugger he was competing against.
"Oh for fucks sake... Fine! ..." he declared grumpily as he leapt to his feet.
Knowing better than to keep Deano waiting he hurriedly slid his jeans off and wriggled out of his top, disgusted with himself.
Rubbing the back of one of his arms nervously he gave a quick look around before dragging his boxers free of his hips and letting them fall to the ground.
He walked to the shower suddenly very self conscious and blushing all over.
It was easy to be tough when you where fully clothed, he thought to himself bitterly.
Feeling a little chilly he found himself unable to hesitate as he squeezed himself into the shower alongside the other boy.
Hell, at least it was warm.
Fuck The Bastarding Technician.
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