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Liam laughed at the other and nodded his head. “It is. But I’m not going to tell them that. Half of them look like they can bench press four of me.” Liam joked with a grin. “And I don’t do to well trying to order people around. As long as you respect me and don’t get into any trouble, I’m not going to be one of those people who dictate your every move.” Liam chuckled. 

Liam nodded his head and turned around so he could dig through his caddy. He found the soap and offered it tot he other. “Here you go.”

Ken laughed, looking down at his own lithe form. “They could probably bench press six of me,” he said, and shrugged. He nodded and tried to take in what Liam was saying. “All of that works for me,” he said, filing it all away in his head. “I can’t promise you I’m not gonna get in any trouble, though,” he said. “If I was good at staying out of trouble, I probably wouldn’t, you know, be here at all.”

He said “thank you” and accepted the soap from Liam as he began to lather himself up.

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“I was once in your shoes,” Liam chuckled. “And I wondered why none of the mentors would just relax and not treat me like I was a criminal. I’m not going to be some hypocrite. I’m going to try to get you to be the best and most useful person in the society without being the most cruelist and meanest mentor.” Liam chuckled as he got some body wash and started washing his body.

Ken smiled and finally stepped under the water. “The hard-ass routine is kind of silly, isn’t he?” he asked, turning his naked body halfway to Liam so they could keep talking. “But every single one of them seems to think that it works for them. Every one of them but you, it seems like.”

Ken looked in his shower caddy and cursed. “Fuck,” he said, “I don’t have any soap. Can I borrow something?”

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Ezreal rolled his eyes at the other as he listened to him complain. “Bitch, bitch, bitch that’s all you ever do.” Ezreal snorted at the other. “Oh really? I bet you’d get turned on by everyone getting to see your ass getting handed to you.” Ezreal smirked. 

Ezreal rolled his eyes as the other pulled him against this. “You know if you wanted rough sex, all you had to do was ask…Someone else.” Since the other wasn’t playing fair, Ezreal wasn’t going to either. He brought his right foot down as hard as he could on the toes of the other man’s foot.

Jesus rolled his eyes. “You just met me, Cadet. How the fuck do you think you know ‘all I ever do’?”

As Ezrael lifted up his foot, Jesus opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and snapped it shut. The Cadet had definitely not bothered to look down at Jesus’ shoes. Too bad.

He would find out the hard way that Jesus’s boots were steel-toed. When Ezrael’s heel came down hard on the toe of Jesus’ foot, Jesus barely felt a hint of pressure on his toes. He hoped it didn’t cause any injury to Ezrael, but, if it did, it served him right.

Meanwhile, Jesus took the opportunity to tighten his grip on the Cadet’s arms.

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And they'll rate it: No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

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How about three favourite kinks from each of the guys?

“I’m fond of spanking, gagging, and frottage.” ~ Jesus

“I like spanking, too. Plus size difference and orgasm denial.” ~ Ken

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Liam chuckled and shook his head. “When we’re not around cadets and mentors, I’ll treat you more like I would a friend. But if we’re around others, I’m expected to act a certain way. I hope you understand.” Liam was kind by nature, plus he dind’tthink that being a hard ass on these people would do anything but make them hate and get more angry. 

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Ken shrugged. “If you say so, dude, then I guess that’s how it’s gonna go.” Ken was still a little wary of the whole thing, but a part-time hardness sounded easier to deal with than a full-time hardness. He was pretty sure that he could deal with switching up, remembering when to treat Liam now. “I appreciate you being so cool, dude.”

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Ezreal smirked when the other said that he had a point right before he cold-cocked him. Ezreal smirked as he looked at his mentor. 

He opened his mouth to say something when he felt the hand hit his solar plexus. “S-Shit!” Ezreal yelped as the other hit the sensitive nerves as he doubled over, glaring at his mentor. “Hey, at least I decked you some place where you’re hard headedness would protect you…For the most part.” Ezreal growled.

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Jesus shrugged at Ezrael’s complaint. “You want a fair fight, call me out, I’ll meet you in the gym at a time we agree on, and we’ll have a nice, fair fight. We might even have a referee. But if you’re going to fuckin’ cold cock me, cadet, I’m gonna sucker punch you back and I’m not gonna feel bad about it.”

Jesus took two quick steps around Ezrael, reached around him, knotting his own arms below Ezrael’s and pulling him up against him, holding him fast. “Are you gonna apologize?”

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Liam chuckled as he heard the other boy’s words and shrugged his shoulders. “Rather uneventful. Although I suppose that’s a good thing.” The mentor smiled at his cadet before he returned to showering. “Any of the cadets or mentors giving you a hard time?” 

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Ken didn’t know how comfortable he was being naked right in front of his Mentor or whatever, but here his Mentor was, naked in front of him, and he’d had a pretty stressful PT session today and he needed to get some of the stink off. So he pulled off the towel, picked a showerhead, and stepped under.

“No hard times yet,” he said. “I thought it was your job to give me one.”

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Ezreal snorted when the other said that he didn’t see how he could look at this and think he had a lack of testosterone. “Even girls can get a testosterone shot, idiot.” Ezreal grunted as he glared at his mentor.

“Well, you did give me permission.” Ezreal didn’t hesitate to clock the man on the right side of his jaw, feeling the satisfaction of the skin of his knuckles making contact.

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Jesus made a little face at that one, like he was considering Ezrael’s thought. After a moment, he said, “Well, I guess you got a point, there, Cadet. I’ll have to think on –“

And that was when it happened, when Ezrael made his move. The punch was hard enough to make Jesus list to the side, but neither foot left the ground. He made the same face again, considering, as though Ezrael had said something interesting instead of cold-cocking him, then said, “Also fair” at the exact same second he rabbitted his left hand into Ezrael’s stomach, going right for the solar plexus.

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“You’re lucky I’m so chill,” Liam said with a chuckle when he heard his cadet’s cursing. “How’s your day gone? Hopefully you didn’t make any messes for me to clean up?” Liam asked with a raised eyebrow.

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Ken rolled his eyes. His mentor seemed to be chill - except for how he kept saying he was chill, that was like the least-chill possible thing - but he was still wary.

“The day was fine, dude. Uh, sir. I don’t think I made any, uh, messes. How was … yours?”

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“Such language. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Trevor couldn’t help but to tease the other when he heard the other curse through the sound of the water hitting his pale body.

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Ken laughed. If he had to shower with somebody, at least it would be somebody with a sense of humor. He chose the shower head furthest from Trevor and reluctantly pulled off the towel.

“Who do you think taught me how to curse like that?”

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Ezreal snorted and rolled his eyes. “Balls? You don’t look like you have any balls to me.” Ezreal said with a sneer on his face. “And damn right I’ll say whatever I want. But you’re not going to do shit. And if you do, I have a fist with your name on it.” 

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Jesus shrugged. “I’m confident in my balls. I don’t need you to believe in them. Although …” he looked down at the spread of his body, “… I’m not sure how you could look at this and suggest I’m dealing with a … lack of testosterone? Suggests a lack of visual comprehension to me. But you do you.”

Jesus closed the distance between Ezreal and himself, getting right up in the Cadet’s face. Ezreal was taller, sure, but Jesus was more broad. And, he was certain, meaner.

“Go ahead, dude. Take a swing. That will give me an excuse to have some fun with you.”

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“Speak english, idiot,” Ezreal snorted when the other began speaking in Spanish. “It’s bad enough I’m here. At least have the balls to speak to me in a language I’ll understand.” Ezreal rolled his eyes. “And I’ll say whatever I damn well feel like.” 

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Jesus raised an eyebrow.  “It’s 2016, dude,” he said. “If you’ve managed to get to this point in 2016 and you haven’t learned some freaking Spanish yet, it’s definitely not me who is the idiot.” He hit Ezrael with his meanest smile, “And you don’t have to concern yourself so much with my balls.

“Yet.”

He shrugged. “And you can say whatever you want, that’s true. You just need to be prepared for there to be consequences, that’s all.”

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Jesus smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I am glad to hear that,” he said, pointedly ignoring the obvious sarcasm. “You and I will be spending a lot of time together, after all.”

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“Or, and I like this idea more, we don’t and say we do.” Ezreal said with a snort and a shake of his head.

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Jesus shook his head and muttered to himself in Spanish: "Oh, Lord, a mouthy one this year."

Back in English: "Kid, it is literally my job to not do that. So why don't you make it easier on us both and don't say shit like that."