When Linder had talked about hating any strain on his delicate muscles, sex hadn't been what he meant.

He loved the way the Master filled him up, the way he pounded relentlessly deep inside him, the powerful body that seemed to crush his every time they were at it.

If you asked him, this was all the exercise anyone ever needed.

"Fuck!" He wasn't expecting such a forceful thrust all of a sudden but that was the way it was sometimes with the Master.

Perspiration was close to rolling off the both of them, but with all the adrenaline he felt, he could go on for ever.

"So sexy..."

Fuck. No one had ever called him sexy before but somehow the Master seemed to make it a point to let him know every now and then.

Linder's hands roamed the Master's broad back, they rippled with solid muscle. His fingernails dug in when everything got too intense.

"Daddy! I'm going to..."

"Come?" The Master smirked looking down at him, holding his gaze while continuing to thrust roughly inside him.

"Please..." he should have told him to stop or just slow down. "More, please."

"As you wish."

The strong hands closed around his neck and squeezed, Linder whimpered but it came out as a struggle for air.

His nails dug in further and the Master grunted low and sensual.

Rough sex made his toes curl, and no one made him feel the way the Master did. Even now that he was holding back.

Sometimes it got unreal, so much that his legs didn't feel like his own after they were done. Sitting down became a real task. But how he loved the feeling.

The length rammed harder into him. "Ye...sss." His air wasn't enough to properly get the words out. "I'm... ah! ah! a..."

Linder tried to take deep breaths. That was impossible.

The Master shot his load while brutally continuing his onslaught. "Fuck!" He groaned, squeezing Linder's neck just a little bit tighter.

Linder's eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hips buckled and he came. Pretty generously. The pleasure almost felt like it could go on for ever.

The hand on his neck finally loosened and he pulled in deep breaths. His air was cut off again by the Master. The lips claimed his and his mind went blank. Every man should kiss like this.

The Master broke away. "Like I said, you shatter really beautifully underneath me."

"Fuck..."

It didn't take long before the Master had lifted him off to the shower. The spray of water was like heaven against their fatigue. "You were the one doing all the work, how are you not tired as I am?"

"I thought that was obvious," the Master shampooed Linder's hair. "I'm strong."

"Oh right yeah."

"Put your arms around my waist if you need support."

Even if he was as energetic as a bull in a pit, he'd still do it. 

He closed his eyes and his imagination took over. The hands in his hair belonged to someone else, they calmed his entire soul as he melted into his touch. Then belonged to someone far kinder, someone a little more Asian.

Shock opened up Linder's eyes and he got a little shampoo inside them. "Son of a-!"

The Master chuckled and washed it off. "What tempted you to open your eyes?"

"It's uh... nothing. I don't know what I was thinking," replied Linder.

The Master hummed. "Here," he put Linder's arms around his neck. "You are really tall."

"All the nerds in my gang are."

"You have a gang of nerds?"

"Yeah, and we're going to rule the world."

The Master kissed him under the spray of water. "I really doubt that."

"We'll see," Linder said, the sweet voice always contradicting everything he said.

He tried to take his mind off what he had imagined, Linder needed a distraction, he asked something he would ask eventually.

"You are keeping someone's tags." To be fair, it wasn't really a question.

"How would you know that?"

"Because if I had thought of doing the same, then someone else definitely already did. And it is a smart thing to do."

"You are not trying to get them from me?"

"There's no use, because you'd never give them up."

"Who knows, maybe I'll make an exception for you."

"Then that wouldn't be you."

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The thought kept Linder distracted until he was having a conversation with Pierre.

"Linder?" He asked calmly. "Shouldn't we get a tag? We should right?"

"Yes..." he answered more distractedly.

"Okay, because I got one."

That definitely had Linder's attention. "You do?" 

"Yeah, Jet's, he didn't see me."

"You're certain?"

Pierre nodded.

"You got it from Jet?"

"I did. What?"

Linder looked at him. "Something isn't adding up."

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Riley had listened to what Jet said obviously. But the time was here, and he was trying really hard at the moment to figure out where Zel's card was.

The flirting carried on with Riley flustering Zel more than anyone should. He had to admit, it was hard, even for him.

The only reason he didn't take it to the next level was the threat of disqualification. He scolded himself continuously because he'd actually, stupidly considered it.

At that point he questioned whether they were even pretending anymore.

"Riley please stop it," Zel pouted and fixed his eyes on him. "I just... it's not as easy for me as it is for you."

That was where he got it completely wrong. He smirked on the outside, but that was only the surface. He was leaning in before he could think better of it. Until Zel averted his eyes and saved them both.

Riley knew where the tag was. Pretending to take things further, he lowered Zel against the shelf and snuck his hand around to retrieve the tag wedged between the books. It would have gone different if Zel hadn't given it away.

All he left him with was a pat on his head. "I don't know what I was thinking," he said. "I'm sorry."

Riley left after that, trying to find Jet. The tattooed man was walking in his direction before he could ponder any further.

He held the tag out to him and Jet caught his wrist instead. "You're smiling but you are angry. What is it?"

He was angry? So that was the unsettling feeling he had.

His body acted on it's own accord. He broke his wrist free from Jet's hold and pushed the tag to his chest, he might have done it a little forcefully judging by the way Jet took a step back, looking surprised.

"I'm fine." Jet held the tag against his chest and Riley walked away.

He felt a little guilty for taking a little of it out on Jet. Something about lying to Zel like that rubbed him the wrong way, even if it was just a game.

He needed to get himself together because this wasn't like him at all. He couldn't start poisoning himself with his own cup of tea.

All because a pair of mismatched eyes couldn't let his dick settle.