Leo swaggered into the dorm room, his muscles gleaming in the overhead light. He was fresh from a workout and feeling good, the kind of good that only comes from pushing your body to its limits. He smirked at Jake, who was studiously bent over his desk, nose buried in a textbook.
"Hey, Jake," Leo said, flexing his biceps for good measure. He admired himself in the mirror, the way his muscles rippled and bulged. It was a sight to behold, if he did say so himself.
Jake rolled his eyes, used to Leo's egotistical behavior. "Yeah, yeah, you're a god among men. I get it," he said, not bothering to look up from his studies.
Leo chuckled and strutted over to Jake's bed, grabbing his pillow and rubbing his sweaty armpit all over it. "Smell that, Jake?" he said, grinning. "That's the scent of a real man."
Jake wrinkled his nose in disgust. "God, Leo, do you have to be such a Neanderthal?" he said, pushing Leo's arm away.
But Leo was undeterred. He tackled Jake to the ground, the two of them wrestling and laughing on the floor. Jake tried to push him off, but Leo was too strong. He pinned Jake down, his chest heaving with exertion.
"You know you love the attention, Jake," Leo said, smirking.
Jake snorted. "The only thing I love is getting away from you," he said, struggling to break free.
But Leo just laughed and released Jake, getting up from the floor. "You're just jealous of my muscles," he said, flexing again.
Jake shook his head, amused. "Keep telling yourself that, Leo," he said, going back to his studies.
Leo watched Jake for a moment, then shrugged and started getting ready for bed. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction at riling Jake up. As he got into bed, he reached over and stole Jake's blanket.
"Night, Jake," he said, grinning.
Jake sighed and pulled the blanket back. "Goodnight, Leo," he said, trying to hide his smile.
Leo fell asleep easily, his muscles relaxed and content. Jake stayed up a little longer, staring at the ceiling and thinking about Leo. Jake couldn't deny that Leo was attractive, but he was not interested in his childish antics. He was attracted to confident, mature men, not musclebound fratboys.
Jake drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a man who could challenge him both intellectually and physically. A man who could make him laugh and make him weak in the knees. A man who was nothing like Leo.
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