Jake sat at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to focus on his homework. But it was no use. His eyes kept drifting to the open window, where he could see Leo's toned, sweaty chest on display as he worked out in the courtyard below.
Leo strolled into the room, a smug grin on his face as he flexed his muscles. "Hey Jakey, you mind if I grab a quick shower?" he asked, invading Jake's personal space as he sauntered past.
Jake gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the sight of Leo's bulging biceps. "Yeah, sure. Just try not to use up all the hot water," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
But Leo didn't seem to notice. He was too busy making a show of his muscles, puffing out his chest and striking ridiculous poses. Jake rolled his eyes and tried to focus on his work, but it was no use. Leo was like a magnet, drawing all of Jake's attention towards him.
Before Jake knew it, Leo was standing right behind him, his arms wrapped around Jake's neck in a headlock. "Smell this, Jakey," Leo said, pressing his armpit against Jake's face.
Jake wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Dude, seriously? Get off me. And put a shirt on. You're distracting me," he protested, trying to wriggle out of Leo's grasp.
But Leo just laughed and tightened his hold on Jake. "Aww, poor Jakey can't concentrate because he's so jealous of my muscles," he teased, rubbing his sweaty armpit all over Jake's face.
Jake's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he tried to push Leo away. "Stop it, Leo. That's gross. And I'm not jealous. I just want to get my work done," he said, his voice stern.
Leo finally released Jake and stepped back, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Fine, fine. I'll put a shirt on. But only if you agree to a little wrestling match with me," he said, a playful smile on his face.
Jake hesitated. He knew that Leo only wanted to assert his dominance and make Jake feel inferior. But there was a part of him that couldn't resist the challenge. "Fine. But you have to put a shirt on first," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Leo grumbled, but he complied, pulling a tight t-shirt over his head. Jake couldn't help but admire the way Leo's muscles bulged beneath the fabric. He shook his head, trying to focus. "Okay, let's do this," he said, standing up to face Leo.
The wrestling match was over in minutes. Leo easily overpowered Jake, pinning him to the ground with a triumphant laugh. Jake tried his best, but he was no match for Leo's strength.
Leo got off of Jake and offered him a hand to help him up. Jake hesitated, but he took it, still feeling defeated. Leo made a few more playful insults, but Jake could tell that there was a hint of genuine admiration in his voice.
Jake couldn't help but feel a little flattered by Leo's attention, despite the bullying. He knew that Leo was just trying to assert his dominance, but there was a part of him that couldn't help but be drawn to Leo's strength and confidence.
As the night went on, Jake found himself unable to shake off the thoughts of Leo and the way he made him feel. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be as strong and confident as Leo.
Jake shook his head and returned to his homework, trying to focus on anything but Leo's muscles and the scent of his sweat. But as he lay in bed later that night, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Leo than just a musclebound fratboy.
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