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His Strategy Was Simple

Shane glanced at himself in the mirror and adjusted the waistband of his workout pants. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. His glance lingered as he hooked his thumb under the waistband, tracing a line to the plunge of his lower abdomen.

He made his way to the backyard. The mirrors that covered nearly every wall made it impossible to ignore the sway of his own hips. Their motion implied a balance seeking equilibrium, an effect enhanced by the thick fulcrum beneath the thin fabric of his pants. 

His strategy was simple.

He slid the door open and stepped out into the backyard. The air was cool, cool enough to set the hairs on his body straight. The houseguests cooed as he joined him.

“Speak of the devil!” several of them were shouting.

Jason looked over his shoulder. He was curled up on the ottoman pressed against the edge of the closest couch, and he had the crane his neck just to get a peripheral look at Shane. “Ooh, look at you.” Shane was happy to notice the only available spot was next to Jason. 

Shane claimed his spot, making sure large sections of his bare skin pressed against Jason as he settled into place. He could feel Jason tense, and Shane knew well enough that he was resisting the urge to relax into the soft hardness of his pec as it pressed against his right shoulder blade. He swung his legs over the ottoman, spreading them wide as he sat..

Jason popped his tongue, “I was just talking about all you beautiful people and your six-pack abs!” Shane caught Jason eyes directly in his and gave his most winning smirk before playfully shoving him with his shoulder. Jason laughed, and pushed back, popping his legs out from underneath himself and crossing them. Their arms were pressed against each other, Shane thought he felt the slightest pressure; he didn’t press back but didn’t surrender a centimeter of distance. 

His strategy was simple.