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No Sex For A Month part 2

Part 2!

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"Xavier, have you seen Zak?" Gill asked, walking up to the 17 year old boy who was playing with his adopted brother, Taylor.

"Zak? Uh...I think I saw him moping in the bathroom." Xavier replied.

"Moping?"

"Yeah." Xavier looked up with a smirk. "Better save him before the mirror does."

"Hm." Gill huffed and turned down the hall towards the bathroom. 'What the heck is he doing in the bathroom?' To his surprise, he caught the man in the bathroom trying to flex. No muscle bulged from the thin arms of his, making him pout.

"What the heck are you doing?" Gill said out loud on purpose to make the man jump.

"G-Gill! D-don't scare me like that! When did you get home?" Zak exclaimed, blushing a tint of pink.

Gill smirked and moved inside the bathroom, purposely making Zak uncomfortable.

"Just a few minutes ago." He chuckles. "Don't tell me you're jealous because you can't get your arms like mine?" The bulky man moved closer, practically hovering over Zak.

"W-what? Jealous!? Of-of course not! Why the hell would I be jealous of those humongous arms that look like bags of popcorn ready to blow!?" Zak exclaimed nervously, backing away as the bulky man made his way towards him. "Hey. D-don't forget the bet we made."

Gill stared down at him, an evil smirk on his lips. "How could I forget? Remember," he leaned in to whisper into Zak's ear, hearing him gasp. "I'll be making sure that at the end of this month, you'll be begging by my knees."

He leaned away with a smirk and walked out of the bathroom. Zak sat there, blushing deep red and was actually panting a little. The sound of Gill's deep voice not only turned him on, but made him yearn for the man. Wanting to run a finger over those bulging muscles, nibble on that log neck, and longing for those big hands to roam over his own.

He shivered and rushed to lock the door. It had only been two days and he was already losing! Why the hell did he make that bet in the first place!? It was so frustrating! Zak slumped on the covered toilet and looked up to the white ceiling. What the hell was he going to do? (Flex some more? Lol)

By the end of the first week, Zak felt wasted. He was dying from the inside, wanting Gill and all. Sighing, he slumped onto the leather sofa and groaned. How the hell was he gonna last for three more weeks? 'Hill was right.' He thought. 'Maybe I should just-'

"Giving up already?"

Zak sat up immediately and almost kissed Gill if he hadn't jumped away.

"What? There is no freaking way am I giving up." He glared. Of course he wasn't going to give up...although he was thinking of it earlier had it not have been interrupted by Gill.

Gill leaned over him, making him gulp as he watching the big body of Gilbert Einstein Morton leaned in close, tilting his face as if to kiss him.

"Oh really?" Gill smirked. "My bad. By the face you were making earlier, it looked as if you weren't going to last."

"Don't fuck with me, Gill." Zak growled at him. Gill always knew how to tick him off, especially when he could read face expressions.

A glint passed through Gill's eyes before Zak could read what it was and he smirked. "Not now, but later I will and its not with you but in you, if I'm correct."