Ollie nodded along. “Yeah, I always kicked Rory’s ass.”

“Not always.”

“Ollie, you’re with Teddy. It’s my turn to kick Rory’s ass.”

Sebastian stepped back, then tugged off his tank top. Rory averted his gaze, then peeked a look. His muscles gleamed with a slight sweat, and the hair on his pectorals had darkened. His skin was taut, and Rory’s eyes were dragged down to the firm skin under his belly button, the slant of his hips, and the vein that disappeared under his waist band.

His abdominals twitched as he waited, and Rory gulped.

“Show me what you can do,” Sebastian mumbled.

Rory shook his head. “I can’t do anything.”

“Sure you can.”

He stepped closer, grabbed Rory’s hands, then put them to his chest. “Come on, Rory, show me.”

A blush built in his face—even his ears started to feel like they were burning up. He kept his hands where Sebastian had placed them, one on either of his pectorals.

“What’s the problem?” Sebastian murmured. “Touch me, grab me, try to throw me down.”

Rory’s fingers twitched of their own accord, groping Sebastian’s chest.

Sebastian grinned, then took Rory’s hands and put them on his waist. “Here see if you can get me from here, wrap your arms around me, take me to the floor.”

Rory couldn’t move. His hands were on Sebastian’s body, his sweaty body.

“Or how about you get a hold of my neck?”

Sebastian gripped Rory’s wrists, brushed them up his chest, then encouraged Rory’s arms around his neck. Rory was close enough to smell him. His skin was hot and their chests pressed together.

“Rory, are you broken?” Ollie muttered.

He blinked. “No, I—”

Sebastian grabbed him, tripped him, then pinned him to the mat. The air left Rory’s lungs in a whoosh, and his eyes watered at the breathless feeling in his chest. Then he forgot every mild pain and focused on the one between his legs. He was hard, and his cock was trapped and uncomfortable.

“Captain didn’t teach you very well if I can pin you that easy.”

Rory didn’t reply, he was too busy trying to breathe, but his body wasn’t cooperating. Sebastian’s eyebrows tugged together at Rory’s shallow panting.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” Rory mumbled, then licked his lips. “I’m all right.”

Sebastian smiled, then went to get up, but Rory grabbed a hold of him to stop him. “Wait.”

“Wait?”

“Yeah, just for a second.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrow. “A second?”

“Yeah.”

Sebastian smirked, then sunk back down, tilting his hips forward as he did. Rory bit back a moan, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling up into his head. He couldn’t keep his unwanted arousal a secret from Sebastian, but he hoped with some luck, the rest of the inmates wouldn’t notice his hard-on.