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Apollo scowled, leaning low over the open law books as he studied, his jaw tight.
“You look so tense, Mr. Justice.”
Suddenly he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders from behind. He gasped, concentration broken, and looked over his shoulder.
“Sir! Ah, sorry… you said it was okay if I studied for the bar in your office, so…”
“It’s no problem.” Mr. Gavin smiled, and started to rub and knead Apollo’s shoulders and up and down his back with his delicate hands. Apollo made a soft noise and leaned into him.
“Just don’t study yourself sick, Apollo.”
His skin prickled at the intimate contact, surprised that his boss would touch him in such a familiar way, but certainly not objecting to it, especially with how good it felt on his tense muscles.
“Ahh…. I’ll try not to, sir. But I’m hoping to pass on my first try, you know? I don’t want to let you down.”
Mr. Gavin’s soft, smooth hands moved up to the exposed flesh of his neck and firmly rubbed it, working out the knots. The sensation made Apollo shiver.
“I approve of your ambition, Mr. Justice, but you couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.”
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