Chapter 4

Late July’s heat wrapped the apartment in a primal embrace, glowing with the TV’s sultry flicker and a lamp’s molten haze. Jamie had worked his construction helper job for nearly three months, his wiry body no stronger but his endurance honed. He woke early to cook Reese breakfast, hustled all day fetching tools and filming TikTok videos for Vince’s social media, then returned home to tend Reese—massaging his heavenly body, fetching snacks, drinks, and dinner.

Two weeks since peeling off Reese’s sweat-soaked socks, Reese had shed his evening clothes piece by piece—shirt weeks ago in the July heat, then shorts—until last night, when he strode through the front door, stripping naked before claiming the love seat. Jamie followed, kneeling at his feet on the floor. Weeks of body worship—daily full-body massages of back, arms, and chest, foot and shoulder rubs at home and work, kneeling devotion, tending with meals, and weekend mornings steeped in Reese’s bedroom roars—had reshaped him, his place now at Reese’s feet, eyes gleaming with awe, body humming to please the man he adored.

Reese sprawled unashamed, his massive frame a naked colossus, cock half-erect against his thick thigh, pulsing in the swelter. “Too damn hot,” he purred, hazel eyes locking on Jamie, a blaze under his tilted cap, sweat pooling at his collarbone. His pecs and abs gleamed, his stud-like scent saturating the cushions, enveloping Jamie nightly in a scorching haze. The TV flashed a crime flick, but Jamie, kneeling, was consumed by Reese, every inch charged with hunger honed by weeks of touch.

Their daily ritual had grown, evening by evening, from simple shoulder massages, and foot rubs. Until ignition last night, in new devotion. “Full back rub, pup!” Reese commanded, his voice a low, velvet growl, leaning forward to offer his broad back, his naked frame glistening, cock now fully hard, untouched but pulsing between his abs and his thigh, a raw testament to the heat and Jamie’s presence. Jamie’s heart pounded, gratitude and a tingling need swirling, heat flooding his freckled cheeks until they burned. He rose to his knees, climbing onto the love seat’s edge, his small hands trembling as they glided over Reese’s shoulders, fingers sinking into the slick, scorching skin, tracing the taut muscles of his spine, brushing the skull tattoo with reverent awe. The love seat creaked, Reese’s bulk filling it, Jamie’s hands dwarfed, worshipping every inch as if it were sacred. “You’re unreal,” Jamie whispered, his voice thick, tingles racing down his spine as he kneaded Reese’s lower back, fingers brushing his sides, daring closer to the curve of his hips, the heat of Reese’s skin a furnace against his palms.

Reese groaned, a deep, primal rumble that vibrated through the love seat, his body yielding under Jamie’s touch, his cock throbbing visibly. “Good boy,” he murmured, voice thick with approval, eyes half-lidded as he leaned back, sweat dripping from his jaw. The TV’s gunfire dissolved, the room narrowing to the fevered heat, the press of Reese’s naked presence, the slick, searing feel of his skin. Jamie’s cropped tee clung to his lean frame, the pleasurable need swelling, a scorching pulse surging through his core, limbs tingling as he poured himself into pleasing Reese, his place at his feet now a throne of devotion. “Fuck, man, you’re a god,” he breathed, awe spilling out, his hands lingering on Reese’s sides, fingers grazing the muscle near his hips, reverence driving every move. Reese’s grin curled, his cap tilting as he glanced back, eyes blazing. “All for you to worship. You devoted pup?” The tease landed like a caress, the air crackling with heat, Jamie’s heart racing as he nodded, his grin barely masking the inferno inside. “Oh gawd yes.” His words had hung in the air, a pledge of devotion born of weeks of body worship, his kneeling throne a testament to devotion.

It had gotten late, the evening spent as Jamie followed Reese’s command, massage his body. Moving from one part of his body to another. With each muscle relax, the tension and ache pulled out, his thick grew harder, throbbing with need. The sweat from the heat pouring off his relaxed body.

Suddenly Reese rose from the love seat, his naked body a brazen, unyielding colossus, cock fully hard and leaking, thick beads of precum trailing down its pulsing length, glistening in the lamplight like liquid fire. He stepped into the center of the small living room, thighs flexing with raw power, abs carved deep, his sweat-drenched skin glistening. “Can’t fucking sit still anymore,” he growled, voice a low, velvet snarl, thick with lust, his hazel eyes locking on Jamie, kneeling, wide-eyed. He looked up at the stud in awe, wondering what was about to happen. Reese’s calloused hand gripped his cock, fingers tightening with deliberate intent, and he began to stroke, slow and teasing at first, then with a fierce, unrelenting rhythm, his breaths escalating into heavy, ragged grunts that shook the air. The room throbbed with his studly scent now laced with the sharp tang of his arousal. Jamie’s small body quaked, a molten heat erupting in his chest and spreading out into his shorts. He stared, transfixed, at Reese’s rippling muscles—pecs and biceps flexing, thighs taut, the sheer dominance of his frame commanding the space.