A new order
Nico knew exactly what he’d done. Jason was a man whose life was built around control, and now that control had slipped. Nico understood the smartest thing he could do was wait.
He stopped coming around the house. Kept his distance. When he saw Henry, it was out at the bar or cruising around in his Camaro. Aside from no longer hanging around the house, they both acted like everything was normal.
Henry noticed the shift. Sitting at the bar one night, he finally said it. “Hey… did something happen between you and my dad?” Nico didn’t look up right away. He just took a slow sip of his drink. “What do you mean?” Henry shrugged, but there was tension beneath it. “I don’t know. You just kind of stopped coming around. Even Dad’s noticed, which is weird, because he never really paid much attention before.”
That got Nico’s attention. “Really?” he said.
Henry nodded slightly. “This morning he mentioned he hadn’t seen you in a while.” He frowned, thinking about it. “He sounded… I don’t know. Concerned, maybe. But also kind of relieved.” He paused. “And he’s been acting strange. Just off.”
Nico let that sit.
Then gave a small, easy smile. “Nothing happened.” Henry studied him for a second longer, not fully convinced, but let it go. “Alright,” he said. “Just saying. He asked about you.”
Nico leaned back slightly, relaxed. That was all he needed to hear.
To avoid any more concerns, that night, Nico decided he would head back with Henry.
When they arrived, the house felt the same. Dinner on the table. Low conversation. Familiar rhythm. That was until Jason walked in.
Jason filled the doorway without trying. Work-worn, controlled, presence hitting the room before he even spoke. Then he saw Nico. Just for a second—something shifted. Small, but there. “Didn’t expect to see you,” Jason said, voice even.
Nico just smiled. “Been busy.” Jason held his gaze a second too long… then looked away.
Dinner passed with a strange kind of normal. Jason didn’t look at Nico much—but when he did, it lingered. Nico noticed every time.
Later, Nico and Henry headed out to the bar for drinks, spent a few hours killing time, nothing too unusual. But Nico was already thinking ahead.
When they got back, the house was quiet. Lights low. The faint smell of cigar smoke was still in the air. Nico saw him immediately. Jason was in the recliner chair—drink in hand, cigar between his fingers, a book open in front of him.
Henry didn’t notice. “Wanna head up,” he said. Nico replied easily. “Sure, I’ll just grab some water first.” Henry nodded and disappeared upstairs.
Silence settled. Nico walked into the kitchen, took his time filling a glass. Let the moment stretch. Then he turned. Jason hadn’t moved. But his eyes were on him now. Locked.
Nico didn’t rush. He walked over slowly, stopping just within reach. Close enough.
Jason didn’t speak. Didn’t move. But the tension in him was obvious now—tight, contained, controlled… but barely. Standing there, the silence thick between them, Nico decided to reach out to take the cigar from Jason’s hand as if it belonged to him. He brought it to his own lips, and inhaled slowly. Held it. Then exhaled, turning slightly away before looking back at him. Calm.
Jason’s jaw tightened, but he stayed silent.
Nico leaned down slowly, close enough that Jason had no choice but to hold his gaze. Their eyes locked, tension tightening in the space between them. Nico stopped just short of touching him, letting the closeness settle first—letting Jason feel it. Then he reached down and grabbed his cock through his jeans, firm and deliberate. Jason was already half-hard. Nico’s hand moved slowly along the length of cock, controlled, unhurried, like he already knew exactly what reaction he’d get. “How are you holding up?” he asked quietly. “Heard you’ve been asking about me.”
Jason didn’t answer. He didn't need to. The tension in his body said enough.
Nico let the silence hang there another moment before a faint smile touched his mouth. Then he squeezed his cock before he released him just as calmly as he’d grabbed him. He took one last drag from the cigar before handing it back to Jason. Ending the moment before Jason could.
“I’ll see you around,” Nico said casually. Like he hadn’t just walked in and taken control of the room all over again. Then he turned and headed upstairs to find Henry, leaving Jason exactly where he was—sitting still, cigar in hand, trying to regain control of himself.
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The next morning, already restless, Nico woke to the sound of Jason heading to the bathroom. He lay still for a moment, listening. The house was quiet. Jason is settling into his routine. Bathroom door. Water running. The same pattern every morning. Controlled. Predictable.
Nico sat up slowly. He already knew what he was going to do. He moved quietly down the hall, careful not to wake anyone. The house felt different in the early morning, more exposed.
The bathroom door wasn’t fully closed. Nico pushed it open just enough to look inside. Steam filled the room. The shower was running. Jason stood behind the glass, back turned, completely unaware.
For a moment, Nico just watched. Studying him. The steam softened the edges of everything, but it didn’t hide him. Nico watched as the water ran in clean lines over Jason’s body, tracing every contour.
Nico realised this was the first time he had seen Henry’s Dad completely naked. Being naked did not make him look any less intimidating. His huge frame filled the shower cube. His broad, muscular shoulders flexed as his arms moved to lather his body. His back, defined without being rigid, wide through the lats, tapering down into a tight, powerful waist. The definition wasn’t sharp or showy; it was built from years of construction work.
Water slid down the centre of his spine, splitting and trailing along the ridges of muscle before disappearing lower. Every shift, every small movement carried weight. Confident without trying.
Jason lifted his arms, working the soap under his hairy pits, his chest turning slightly under the spray. His biceps tightened, not flexed—just engaged. And even that was enough. The muscle drew up thick and full under the skin, the shape clear without effort, forearm tightening with it as he worked the soap across his shoulder. Veins stood out faintly, not exaggerated, just there.
As he turned, Nico got a full picture of Jason. His chest, solid and defined, not just muscle—but width. His pecs sat heavy and solid, rising and falling steadily with his breath. Water ran over them slowly, catching along the lower edge before dripping down over his stomach.
Nico leaned lightly against the doorframe, barely aware of it. His eyes tracked the movement without thinking—watching the way Jason’s hands moved over himself, methodical, absent-minded. The water ran over him in clean, uninterrupted lines. When he shifted, even slightly, it all moved with him—controlled, grounded. Nico watched as he reached to run his hands over his well-defined abs, they weren’t sharp or cut in the way younger guys chased. Defined enough to show strength, but softened just enough to feel natural.
His hand dropped lower, and Nico’s gaze followed without thinking. He casually rubbed the soap over his flaccid penis, pushing it from side to side, allowing it to flap against his balls. Even in its unerect state, it looked heavy and meaty. Jason slowly bent forward as he worked his way down to his legs, running his hands over his thick, solid thighs. When he shifted his stance, the muscles in them tightened subtly, grounding him even more in the space.
Nico's eyes moved slowly, taking in the whole of him now—the balance of it. Shoulders to chest, arms to waist, down through his legs. Nothing out of place. Nothing overdone. Just strength and presence.
Then he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The sound made Jason turn. Shock hit immediately. “What the—” Nico raised a finger to his lips. “Careful,” he said quietly. “You’ll wake your wife, and we don't want that, do we?”
Nico didn’t wait; he stripped off his underwear and stepped forward, then moved into the shower like he belonged there.
Jason didn’t move. Didn’t stop him.
Water hit both of them now—hot, steady, grounding and disorienting at the same time.
Nico stepped closer. Close enough that Jason had to react—or choose not to. “What are you doing?” Jason said under his breath. Tight. Controlled. Strained. Nico just looked at him and reached out, placing his hands on Jason's chest, grabbing his pecs. His fingers teased his nipples, pinching them slowly before running his hands down his body, mimicking the movement of the water.
Jason’s breath hitched slightly. For a moment, it felt like Jason might push him away. Reassert control. But he didn’t. Nico continued to use his hands to explore Jason’s muscular form, always getting closer to his stiffening cock, before pulling away. He then leaned in, brought his lips to Jason's breast, and allowed his tongue to taste his nipple. He bit down on it and then pulled slightly. Jason exhaled a moan of pleasure.
Reading the cues, Nico began playing with Jason’s nipples more intentionally, rubbing them between his fingers, running his tongue in circles around them, biting them. Jason's body leaned into Nico, encouraging further.
He then ran his tongue across his pecs, slowly over to the pits of his arms. Jason raised his arms, flexing his biceps, giving Nico full access. The smell of freshly cleaned pits filled Nico's nose, as his tongue explored the forest of hairs covering his armpit. Nico took this opportunity to grab Jason’s bicep as he buried his face deeper. Jason's bicep was rock-like, solid and thick, not giving slightly under Nico's grip. For a second, Nico felt Jason start to bring his hand up to Nico's head, like he was going to encourage him to go deeper into his pits, but he pulled away. Nico looked up at Jason, saw the confusion in his eyes, and then he turned away.
Knowing he did not have much time, Nico grabbed Jason’s cock and started to masturbate him aggressively while his tongue continued to explore the rest of him. His hand could barely form a complete fist around Jason’s dick. He slid his fist up and down the full length, pausing occasionally at the head, running his thumb over the slit to feel the precum oozing out before it was washed away by the shower.
His hand explored every groove and vein of Jason’s cock. Up and down in an erratic rhythm, fast then slow, then fast again. His grip was firm. Nico could not tell if Jason's moans were from the attention to his nipples and pits or how Nico worked his cock. His moans started to get a little louder, almost too loud. Nico raised his other hand to Jason's mouth, as a reminder that his wife was just down the hall.
Nico started to focus on Jason’s cock, using both hands to bring him to climax. Jason leaned back against the shower wall as Nico brought him closer and closer, until finally Jason shot a huge load high into the air. Letting a guttural deep moan. Nico continued to pump out the next few loads. With the last few dripping over Nico's fist, he brought his hand to his lips and licked them clean. Staring at Jason as he did it. Jason stared back, dazed and very much conflicted.
Nico just smiled as he stepped back. Breaking the moment on his terms. Then said, “We’ll pick this up later,” he said calmly. Not a question. Not a threat. Just certainty.
Then he stepped out of the shower, leaving Jason standing there—water still running, breath uneven, control slipping in ways he couldn’t ignore anymore. He then dried himself, as Jason stared in silence, with a mix of anger and desire all over his face.
Nico then put on his underwear and stepped out in the corridor and slipped back to the spare bedroom like nothing had happened, leaving Jason to finish the rest of his morning routine alone.
A few minutes later, he heard movement again—the bathroom door opening, footsteps crossing the hall, drawers sliding shut as Jason got dressed. Then the familiar creak of the stairs as he headed down to the kitchen.
Routine restored. Or at least pretending to be.
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Nico stretched out on the bed and let himself drift for another hour, relaxed now in a way he hadn’t been before. He waited until he heard Henry moving around before finally getting up and following him downstairs.
The kitchen looked like any normal Saturday morning. Henry’s mom stood at the stove making breakfast, the smell of bacon and coffee filling the room. Jason sat at the table scrolling through news on his phone, coffee beside him, posture calm and controlled. He didn’t look up when Nico walked in.
He and Henry sat down across from him while Henry’s mom smiled warmly. “You boys want breakfast?” “Definitely,” Henry answered before Nico could.
It was the kind of heavy weekend breakfast that took over the whole kitchen. Henry chatted easily about nothing important while Nico played along, calm and casual, as if everything between him and Jason were completely normal. But Nico could see it in the way Jason stayed glued to his phone a little too hard. The way his jaw tightened whenever Nico laughed at something Henry said. The way he refused to look up.
Then Henry’s mom looked over at her son. “Hey, would you mind driving me to Grandma’s later? I need help picking some things up.” Henry shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”
Then he glanced toward Nico. “You gonna survive here by yourself for a bit?” Nico smiled lightly. “I think I’ll manage.” Across the table, Jason shifted almost imperceptibly. Nico caught it instantly.
Nico could not believe his luck. Henry’s grandma’s place was far enough away that they’d be gone at least a couple of hours. Maybe more. Which meant Jason understood exactly what was coming. Or at least the possibility of it.
Nico took another slow sip of coffee. “I might head home,” he said casually. “Or maybe just hang around. See how the morning goes.” Henry nodded. “Cool. We’ll probably grab lunch while we’re out anyway.”
“Sounds good.” Jason stayed silent the entire time. But Nico could feel the tension building in him with every passing minute.
Eventually, Henry headed upstairs to change while his mom got ready. The kitchen grew quieter after that, the normal background noise fading until it was just the two of them sitting at the table together. No Henry. Jason still stared at his phone, though Nico doubted he’d read a single word in the last five minutes.
Nico leaned back slightly in his chair. “So,” he said calmly, “what do you want me to do?” That finally got Jason to look at him. “You want me to stay,” Nico continued, “or should I go home?”
Jason’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Do whatever you want.”
Nico smiled slowly. “Oh, I plan to.” The words settled heavily between them. “Are you going to be okay with that?” Nico asked quietly. Jason held his gaze for a second too long before looking away again.
Before he could answer, Henry came back downstairs, pulling on a jacket, casual and completely unaware of the tension he’d walked into. He grabbed his coffee and looked between them. “What’re you guys talking about?” Nico answered easily. “Nothing important. Just small talk.”
To break the tension, Jason stood up, poured himself another coffee, and leaned against the counter as he took a sip of his coffee
A minute later, his wife came downstairs, grabbed her purse while Henry collected the keys from the counter. Then they were heading out the door. Jason and Nico sat silently as they listened to the front door shut, footsteps crossing the porch, and the car starting outside.
A few seconds later, tyres rolled down the street and faded into the distance. And just like that, they were alone.
Jason leaned against the counter, arms tense at his sides, trying to look composed despite the silence settling heavily between them. The house suddenly felt too quiet. Nico could feel the tension radiating off him.
Slowly, he got up from the table and walked over, stopping directly in front of Jason. Their eyes locked. “I noticed you didn’t leave,” Nico said quietly. “You could’ve gone upstairs. Could’ve walked out the door.”
Jason’s jaw tightened immediately. “I’m not scared of you.”
Nico held his stare a second longer, completely calm. “I didn’t say you were,” he replied evenly. “I’m just saying… you stayed.”
Nico stepped closer. He reached down, letting his hand settle on Jason’s groin for a moment then slowly ran it down further, cupping his balls in his fingers, holding them firmly in his grip. Jason tensed instantly at the contact, and Nico noticed every bit of it.
“I think you like this more than you want to admit,” Nico said softly.
His voice stayed low and steady, controlled in a way that only made Jason more aware of how little control he still had.
“Good Christian dad. Nice job, nice little family, pillar of the community. Yet here you are with some little punk holding you like this.” Nico smirked faintly. “What would they say if they knew how much you liked having some little punk suck your cock? Right here in your family home.”
Jason froze as the harsh reality of the situation settled over him. It was the collision of two worlds, one he had worked hard to keep suppressed. Part of him wanted to resist, to shove Nico away and end this immediately, but something stopped him.
Nico saw the anger building in him—the veins rising in his neck, the tension spreading through his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened like he wanted to yell.
But he didn’t.
“You act like you hate this,” Nico continued, “but every time you get the chance to walk away… you don’t. You are much bigger than me… it would be easy for you to stop me.”
Jason swallowed hard but said nothing.
Nico held his gaze for another second, letting the silence tighten between them. Jason’s breathing had changed now—slower, deeper. The tension settling into his shoulders was impossible to miss.
“We’ve got the whole morning to ourselves,” Nico said quietly. “So what am I going to do with you? What's next for us?”
Still holding his balls firmly, Nico tilted his head slightly. “What do you like best, Jason? Do you enjoy sitting there smoking one of your cigars while your son’s best friend pays attention to you? Did you like it better when I was on my knees sucking your cock, or when I was in your lap riding you like a cowboy? Which was it? ”
Jason stayed silent.
Nico smirked faintly, testing the pressure point further. “Do you like the secrecy of it all? The thrill? What do you think about when I am down there swallowing your seed? Do you think of Henry?”
Jason squirmed, “What the fuck?” he said, “Of course I don’t.”
Nico just smirked, “Calm down, all good. I wouldn’t blame you if you noticed how hot your son has become. Besides, I know that a part of you wants to control him, and what better way than forcing his head down on your cock. Nothing says control like a good face fucking.” Nico then squeezed Jason’s balls and added, “I can tell you he has a nice cock too, not as fat as yours, but a good size”
Jason became noticeably uncomfortable and started to squirm. Nico gripped his balls tighter, just enough to remind Jason who was in control now.
“You’re uncomfortable because you’re used to being the one in charge,” Nico continued. “Now you’re sitting here letting someone else push you around, and you like it. It is turning you on, and you don’t know what to do with that feeling. ”
Jason squirmed again before forcing himself still.
Nico noticed every reaction. He always did. Making Jason uneasy had become part of the game. The uncertainty, the tension, the strange blur between resistance and surrender—it all gave Nico exactly the leverage he wanted.
“Admit it, you like me telling you what to do, don’t you?” Nico asked softly. “It turns you on.” He leaned in closer, voice dropping lower. “Having some punk make you question yourself, pushing you beyond your limits. You hate how much you want to give in.”
Jason’s breathing deepened slightly, controlled but uneven underneath it. Nico could see the tension gathering along his shoulders, the way the muscles in his arms tightened as if part of him still wanted to push back.
Nico then leaned in again, whispering into Jason’s ear, in a calm and threatening tone, “i think it is time to move this up a notch. It's time to finally make you my bitch.”
Jason's eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
Nico looked him in the eye. “Don’t be coy with me. You know what needs to happen next. It's the natural order of things.”
Jason paused. “I don't think I am ready”
Nico smiled to himself. “ So you haven't had your wife peg you. Shove a toy up your arse. Fuck you while you moan like a little whore.”
Jason just looked at him wide-eyed, nodding slightly.
Nico followed up “So I'll be your first, I'll be the one to pop that cherry”
Before Jason could respond, Nico made his move.
One hand caught Jason firmly at the hip while the other settled against his chest, and before Jason could fully react, Nico turned him around in one smooth motion. It should have been difficult, Jason outweighed him, broader, stronger in every obvious way—but Jason’s resistance never really came.
Jason ended up facing the counter, his back pressed against Nico’s chest, shoulders tight beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Nico stayed close behind him, not pinning him there, just close enough for Jason to feel the heat rolling off him.
The shift in position changed everything. Jason became nervous, he knew what Nico had in mind.”
Jason’s breathing deepened, controlled on the surface but uneven underneath. Nico could see the tension gathering in his shoulders, the way the muscles in his arms flexed as though part of him still wanted to push back.
But he didn’t.
Nico rested a hand against Jason’s waist, steady and deliberate, feeling the solid line of muscle beneath his palm. Even standing still, Jason felt powerful—broad shoulders, thick arms, the heavy build of a man used to taking up space without trying. And yet now he was standing still for Nico.
Nico leaned in, voice low between them. “Are you ready for that virgin cherry of yours to be popped?”
Hearing Nico confirm what he feared, made every muscle in his body stiffen. “I don't think I'm ready for this”
“You know,” he murmured, “for someone who keeps saying this needs to stop…” His hand slid slowly across Jason’s stomach, calm and unhurried. “…you make it very hard to believe you.”
His fingers brushed the buckle of Jason’s belt before pausing there deliberately, giving him every opportunity to stop this.
Jason stayed still.
Nico took that silence for what it was. Slowly, he undid the belt. He had become good at this. He then undid the button and zipper beneath it. The sound seemed louder in the quiet kitchen.
Jason exhaled sharply through his nose but didn’t move away.
He pushed his denim jeans down slowly, his hands deliberate as he lowered it enough to expose the powerful curve of Jason’s body. He then noticed that Jason was wearing a jockstrap, leaving his arse exposed. Nico smiled to himself as this said a lot about where Jason's mind was at. There was nothing between him and Jason
Nico’s eyes lingered for a second, staring at Jason’s firm, muscular arse. He’d been thinking about this since the shower that morning, and seeing him like this now only made the tension sharper.
Nico dropped to his knees behind him, hands sliding over Jason’s hips. Nico grabbed one cheek in each hand and spread them wide. Giving him the perfect view of Jason's tight hole. It twitched as Nico leaned in. Nose deep in his arse, he took in the smell of the musky sweat that had built up around his ass. He then leans in more, slowly allowing his tongue to taste and tease that hole with a light flick. Jason stiffened immediately at the feeling, breath catching, but he still didn’t pull away.
Nico then explored more, burrowing his own face into his arse, as his tongue licked up the sweat in his crack. Focusing on his hole, he started to force his tongue in. It was tight, but he loosened it. He began exploring his insides, pushing deeper and deeper. He heard the moans from Jason. There wasn't much resistance right now. Nico buried his face deeper, spreading his cheeks wider with his hands, as he devoured his ass.
Nico then paused and asked, “Still want me to stop?”
A long silence followed. Then Jason muttered, straining, “You already know the answer.”
That was enough for Nico. His grip tightened slightly at Jason’s waist as he leaned closer, letting the moment stretch, letting Jason feel exactly how exposed he was. Every reaction—the tension, the hesitation, the reluctant surrender—only fed the charged silence between them.
He then brought on hand to Jason arse, caressing the line from his taint to his back. He then lets his fingers tease his hole. Rubbing his residue salvia along it like it was lube. He started to push his finger deep into Jason's. He flinched again. Nico then pushed his finger deeper, reaching for his prostate. Jason started to moan as Nico hit that spot. He added a second finger, stretching him wider, and finally a third to make sure his ass was ready for what was about to come. He used his fingers to fuck him, stretching more with each entry.
By the time Nico stood up, Jason was braced against the counter, breathing heavier now, the fight slowly draining out of his posture. Nico stayed close behind him.
Nico placed one hand on Jason's back to hold him down, while with the other, he grabbed his cock and lined it up to Jason's hole. He slowly pushed it in. Jason gave a pathetic cry, “No. I don't know if I can do this”
At that moment, Nico didn't pay attention. He pushed deeper into him until he was fully inside Jason. “You can do this… you are a tough man. I know you are ready for this bitch”
Nico allowed Jason to get used to him. Them asked, “So cunt, you ready to be fucked?”
Jason's body relaxed a little, and he his pushed back, driving Nico cock deeper into him.
This was all Nico needed, he then reached around, placing his hands on each side of Jason's hips as he slowly retracted his cock. When it was almost out, he slammed it back in, hard and fast. The force that pushed Jason up against the counter. Jason screamed into the quiet kitchen.
Nico continued pummeling his arse, showing no mercy. Driving his cock deeper into his arse.. over and over again. After one powerful thrust, he paused and leaned over Jason's back and whispered into his ear, “ How do you like it now? Here you have your son's best friend deep up your ass. Fucking you like his little bitch.” Jason didn't say anything but leaned back further onto Nico's cock.
Jason’s hands tightened against the edge of the counter, but he stayed exactly where he was. Nico smiled faintly behind him. That was enough of an answer for him.
This egged Nico on. The thought of having this man under his control drove him harder, pushing him deeper with rough, relentless aggression. Every sound Jason made only fed him more, encouraging him to keep going, harder and faster, determined to teach this stubborn older man a lesson he would never forget.
Nico could feel himself getting close. He knew he was about to lose it completely, but he couldn’t stop now. The tension between them had built too far, too fast.
“Get ready,” Nico muttered darkly. “I’m going to breed your arse good.”
Jason’s voice came out strained and broken. “Yes please… ”
It was the first time Nico had heard him fully give in to the moment, and that alone nearly pushed him over the edge. With a low groan, he buried himself deeper, holding Jason firmly as wave after wave of release tore through him. Shooting his load deep into him.
Nico's body shook as he shot each load into Jason. Jason flexed his arse muscles, milking everything out of Nico until he was fully spent.
For a few seconds, neither of them moved. Jason sagged forward against the counter, breathing hard, the tension finally draining from his body.
Nico eventually stepped back, catching his breath before adjusting his clothes and pulling himself back together.
Then he casually grabbed his coffee and sat down at the table as though nothing unusual had happened.
Jason remained leaning against the counter for another moment, exposed and vulnerable in a way Nico had never seen before. Meanwhile, Nico simply sat there, completely relaxed, looking proud of himself while Jason slowly pulled his pants back up over his broad frame.
When Jason finally turned around, Nico just smirked at him.
Jason shook his head slightly, still trying to recover. Nico then broke the silence. “I think I’m going to need a cigar after that.” He leaned back in his chair. “Better grab one before your wife and son get home.”
He then added, “We’ve still got time, though. I’m already thinking of other ways to keep you busy.”
Jason didn’t answer. He just walked into the living room.
A minute later, he returned with one of his favorite cigars—a thick, dark wrapper Nico immediately recognized. Jason clipped it carefully and handed it over without a word.
Nico placed it between his lips while Jason lit it for him.
That was all Nico needed to see.
Jason stood there silently while Nico sat at the table, relaxed and completely in control of the room. And for the first time, Jason looked like a man who knew it too.
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