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This was the second time Law has had a gym membership.
The first time was when he was eighteen, insecure, and really quite unsure with what to do with his life. The second time? Was when he was twenty-six, insecure, and really quite unsure with what to do with his life. Medical school doesn’t offer a man many options when it comes to self care and improvement and for a good few years Law has gone by without paying these two concepts any mind. But, well, sometimes he catches himself in bed staring up at the ceiling and wondering if studying is the only thing he wishes to torture himself with. It chanced that on one of these ceiling-stare times of his that his mind stumbled upon the idea of going to the gym again; and that is what eventually led Law to where he was now— pressing the key fob connected to his lanyard to the glass and letting himself in. He himself didn’t think much of his own gym fit. He’d just thrown on his two-toned hoodie, dotted sweatpants, the duffle bag hanging on his shoulder, and called it a day. He doubted anybody would look at him anyway…
Law looked around the place, slightly overwhelmed. For a moment, he didn’t know where to go first. Should he just get on with the work out or should he take some time for himself first? Would that look weird?
…
He then decided that he’d take his time and so he found a nearby bench, laying his bag down next to his feet. Observing the other gymgoers will surely give him an advantage. He picked up his own water bottle and drank from it, his eyes scanning the area and its people. One of the first people that caught Law’s eye was this strange, green-haired man with a dumbbell in his mouth and in his two hands, sitting on a gym bench similar to the one Law’s sitting on right now. Law squinted, unsure of what he was seeing, then quickly baffled when he realised the guy was just pure crazy. The man himself wasn’t bad looking, so to say, not at all. His skin was tanned, his eyebrows striking, and he had three earrings along one ear that jangled among one another every time the man moved.
Then, another man, shirtless, stalked behind the moss-haired lunatic— with a tattoo on his muscled arm reading ‘A S (Crossed out. Has he misspelled it?) C E’. His hair was dark, unkempt, his skin freckled. Law could see that the man had another tattoo on his back but it was difficult to see it from this angle. This man, too, wasn’t bad looking at all.
“You’re gonna scare off all the pretty guys if you keep lifting like that.” the man said, wheezing.
“Hi dhonn’ kngow whacha talken abowt…”
Pretty guys… Law’s eyes darted around the place and he realised he was the only one watching them. So did that mean the guy was he referring to was–
“Hey–”
Law jumped in his seat, nearly choking on his water, realising the tatted guy he was ogling earlier was standing right in front of him now. Since when?!
“Oh shit, oh— oh, man, sorry!”
It was only when the other man held a handkerchief to Law’s chest that Law realised he’d spilled some water on himself in surprise. Law found himself paralyzed, his gaze fixed to the other man’s face. Freckles on his face, his hooded eyes wide with mild guilt and surprise, his nose sharp, his eyebrows thick and shaped.
“Didn’t mean to startle you, man, oh shit–” the man’s voice was quickly coloured with an amused tone. “That invested in my friend’s mouth dumbbell trick? He’s got really good dental.”
Law took a moment to adjust himself properly.
“…I can tell.”
“My name’s Ace. I haven’t seen you around. Are you new?”
“I’m Law. And, yeah, I am.”
Upon learning his name, Law’s gaze immediately returned to the tattoo on Ace’s arm.
“Oh, it’s on purpose.”
“Oh!” Law blinked, then shook his head. “Oh, no, I didn’t think you spelt it wrong,” he totally did “I know how important tattoos could be to someone.”
“No worries.” Ace took a seat beside Law, his elbows resting on his knees as he hunched over slightly. “Yours look damn cool, Law, you even have some on your knuckles? Those must’ve hurt like hell.”
“They did. ” Law found himself absent-mindedly caressing his knuckle with his thumb, remembering the pain. “But nothing hurts more than my back in my old, old age of twenty-six.” he added, chuckling lowly.
“Shit, yeah.” Ace chuckled, too. “Hey, if it’s your back that hurts, I actually know some ways I could help.”
Law’s eyebrows raised. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. I have a bad back, too, so this stuff really helps out. Is it alright if I touch you? After this, I can show you some stretches that you can do on your own.”
“–Oh?” Law couldn’t help the mildly flustered look on his face at the idea of Ace’s hands all up his body, but he reminded himself that this was a stranger he was talking about and that this stranger was offering something out of the goodness of his own heart. Perfectly platonic. “Well, thank you, sure you can.” Law murmured, genuinely grateful. “It’s been an issue for the past few months.”
“I see… lie down for me.”
Law found himself obeying Ace faster than he’d realised he would, scrambling to shift his position.
“Do you hunch your back often?” Ace asked, running his hand along Law’s back.
Law, touch starved as he is, found himself melting into the touch. “Yes.”
“Fixing your posture will help a lot, too. Though you already knew that.”
“Mhm…”
“Is it okay if I lift your hoodie, Law?”
“Sure…”
Law had absolutely no idea what he’s doing or what he’s saying yes to at this point but he just couldn’t help himself. Yes, yes, yes— like a broken record. Anything so that he could indulge himself in more of Ace’s touch.
Oh, his hands, so warm and firm. Law could feel they were slightly calloused, too. When the back of his hoodie was lifted he immediately felt the chill of the gym’s AC, shivering slightly before being warmed by Ace’s hand kneading into his muscle. Law couldn’t help the satisfied sigh under his breath.
“Woah, you have a back tat, too?”
“Yeah, it’s one of my more recent ones.”
“Man, that looks sick. How many do you have by now?”
“Wait. Gimme a moment to count… Ng–ghh..” Law tried his best to hold back his own noises, but shit– after months and months and months of dealing with his crickety ass back it’s all made worth it because this absolute hunk is giving him a massage for free. Free!
“Feeling good?” Ace whispered in a low voice, leaning into Law’s ear. “Tell me if you want it harder. I’m happy to oblige…”
‘!?!????????!!!!’
Law choked on himself, his face reddening.
“This is–” Law had to take a moment. “This is fine already. Thank you…”
“Mhmm. Now take a breath for me?”
Law did as he was told.
Crack!
“Hnn!!” Law tightened his grip on the side of the bench before his grip softened.
“Attaboy…” Ace murmured, a small smirk on his face.
It took Law a very, very long moment to realise that Ace had let go of him now and has since lowered his hoodie and even longer to realise just how red his face has become. Once he came to, he sat up with the alertness of a cat startled and his gaze darted to Ace’s direction.
“…Thank you.” he mumbled, embarrassed but genuinely grateful.
“Hehe. Feeling better?”
“A lot, yeah. You’re– you’re pretty good at this.”
“Am I?” Ace smiled widely. “Shucks, it’s nothing.”
“Will I be seeing you around often, Ace-ya?”
“I come to this gym every Wednesday and I’m here all Sunday. But,” Ace fished in his pockets and handed Law a— seemingly blank white card. Then he flipped it over and it was a business card with Ace’s name and number on it. “the gym isn’t the only time we can hang out. Feel free to hit me up anytime, Law.”
For the rest of that day, Law clutched onto that business card like it was his last meal on earth.
***
The two of them had grown a bit of a relationship over the past few months they’ve known each other since that day. Law isn’t quite sure what to call it and, truthfully, Ace doesn’t either. Mutually beneficial fuck buddies? That works, though Ace is at times much too affectionate and sincere with Law that it couldn’t possibly be just sex (or is Law just making that up in his head for his own definitely-not-crush on his gym bro fantasies? Hmmm…) and Law is already too far gone in terms of smitten-ness.
Whatever the case is, Law’s underneath Ace and he’s begging him to stuff his dick in him already. Law’s certain that the dorms’ walls aren’t as thick as Ace seems to think they are and so his voice comes out hesitant, small.
“Please,” Law’s voice was low, strained. “I need you so bad, Ace-ya…”
And Ace, the shitty bastard that he is, giggles. He knows how good he looks, how big he is, how good he gives it to Law; and that’s why he keeps denying him exactly that. It drives Law mad.
“Uh-huh? And what are you begging for, sweetheart?”
“You…”
“You’ve got me.” Ace placed a warm hand on Law’s stomach, then he leaned in and whispered into the shell of his ear. “Anything else?”
“That— that cock of yours inside me…” Law managed in a pathetic voice. “Please, I can’t stand it anymore. Just hurry up…”
“Woah-oh, how crass~” Ace aligned his tip with Law’s entrance but made no move to push inside. “Just inside? I might just let you be a good boy and warm my cock for a while… does that sound fun, baby?”
That did sound fun, but that wasn’t what Law wanted— needed— right now.
“I… I want you to fuck me.” he finally admitted. “Please fuck me, Ace-ya.”
It was easy to thrust as harshly as Ace did thanks to the shitty, shitty edging he’d inflicted on Law earlier coupled with his shitty, shitty teasing. Law couldn’t help the strangled groan that escaped his lips nor the helpless moan when Ace just kept going, leaving him with no time to recover or think. Ace’s fingers dug into the meat of Law’s thighs as he held his legs up. He took the time to admire how Law’s thighs jiggled as he pounded into him, how his fingers curled into the bedsheets and how his already messy hair got messier— all splayed out on the pillow. And the best one of all? His face. God, his face. A face so calm, so composed and calculating turned into a moaning, blubbering mess. A face that is handsome either way. It only motivated Ace all the more to drive Law, his Law, insane. To fuck him so good he forgets his own name.
“Ugh… Ace-ya, A…ah!”
“Enjoying yourself?” Ace managed, his voice low and breathy. “I can keep doing this forever and you’d just let me, won’t you? You’re so damn cute.”
Law was too far gone to answer Ace, his eyebrows knitted together in pleasure and his mouth hanging open, a thin line of drool dripping from it. Ace’s dick stretches him out so damn well it’s as if the thing was made for him, hitting the spots he knows he could never reach on his own and going even further, further…
‘Pere Pere Pere Pere. Pere Pere Pere Pere.’
Is that–
“Oh! Hey, Sabo.”
Is That His Fucking Ringtone
Ace casually slid his phone in between his cheek and shoulder, his hands still very much occupied with having a vice grip on Law’s thighs. Law is still hung up on the sudden knowledge that Ace’s brother suddenly calling him apparently does nothing to deter him from absolutely wrecking him. Insane person behaviour!
“Yeah, yeah, I think we should take him to the vet, honestly.”
Law clasped a shaky and sweaty hand over his mouth, muffling his own moans and hoping that the sound of his skin slapping against Ace’s doesn’t reach Sabo’s ears.
“Yeah, I know he’s human, but like— face it— Luffy is beyond mortal comprehension. Only a vet would understand.”
Law has no idea how he did it. How Ace answered Sabo so casually while having such a fire in his eyes, how he looked at Law in a manner so unbelievably provocative it’s as if he were undressing him a second time all the while his voice remained calm, natural. Ace hoisted Law’s thighs up with one arm and caught his phone with his now freed hand— and then, fuck, he used this new angle to thrust that much deeper into Law in all the places he knows drives him insane.
“Ngg– oh!” Law whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. Then his hand returned to his mouth in a panic. Did he make too much noise?
“Oh? Well, I didn’t hear anything. By the way, if all else fails you can just rub Vicks on his stomach and call it a day. He’ll be fine after he sleeps it off.”
‘This bastard…!’ Law felt like he was on the verge of crying from both arousal and humiliation. This piece of shit is so suavé , so unbelievably composed at a time like this and all this embarrassment and risk is going right to his dick. His poor, neglected dick. And his ass, too, though it’s already being thoroughly abused by Ace.
“Come on, Sabo, it’s not as if he’s gonna die. Remember when he drank sewer water? Yeah, yeah, exactly. I’m probably gonna have to hang up soon, though.” Ace chuckled. “I’m working out with Law. Yeah, you remember, right? Uh-huh. Cardio. Looks like he’s struggling a bit, though…”
He then shot Law a very knowing grin with that stupidly smug glint in his eyes.
‘This! Bastard!’
Law whimpered, trembling helplessly. He wanted to do something, to retort and to prove Ace wrong and to, perhaps, strangle him; though that pervert would probably like that, wouldn’t he? …Oh, this is hopeless!
“Yeah, sure, you can talk to him. Hey, Law.”
Ace held the phone up to the side of Law’s face. Law shook his head furiously, eyes glaring dangerously into Ace’s. They would look piercing if they weren’t so clouded and glassy.
“Hi, Law! I’m Ace’s brother, Sabo. Ace’s been talking a lot about you and I wanted to–”
Ace wrapped a hand around Law’s dick and pumped him in time with his thrusts.
“H- Hah~!” Law gritted his teeth and his anger only grew. Unfortunately, so did his arousal.
“Oh, right! Ace said you two were doing cardio. Don’t worry, you can do this, Law!”
‘No, no I can’t!’
Law whined but sucked in the noise and huffed.
“Tha… thank you, Sabo.”
“Haha, well, don’t let me keep you. Have fun!”
Click.
Ace then calmly placed his phone face down over on the bedside table with a self satisfied grin.
“What the fuck, Ace-ya!?” Law cried out. “Are you insane? That wasn’t the kind of thing you ca—a–ahn! Ah! Oh– oh my god…”
Ace pressed Law’s thighs to his chest, practically folding him, then pistoned into him with a relentless and merciless pace that only machines could have— hitting deeper than anything ever could. Law let out broken moans, throwing his head back into the pillows.
“What was that, baby?” Ace asked, kissing along Law’s sweat-covered jawline. “What were you saying, hmm?”
Law could only answer with another whine, a whine so high pitched he’d never believe it came out of his own throat. With a cry he came and Ace worked him through it— frantically thrusting into Law’s tightening walls until he was entirely spent, pushing him into the edge ouf overstimulation. Until he was limp. Until he could only watch as Ace shot his own release onto his stomach.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” Ace murmured, kissing Law’s cheek. “I’m sorry, you did so well for me.”
Law shuddered, his hand reaching up to hold the back of Ace’s head. He was still very, very sensitive.
“Ace-ya…” Law whispered. “…you’re such a pig.”
All Ace could do in response was wheeze.