Page 44 of Fluffing the Stallion

Besides, I’m sure Bailey’s boyfriend wouldn’t allow him to be in a throuple.

Glancing up at the clock, I turn to Yuri when I see the time. “Want to grab a bite to eat?”

“Yeah, let me grab my keys.”

I let our receptionist know I’m heading out and to let the other trainers know if they need me. Yuri’s last client was the elderly woman that left a few minutes ago.

We drive down to a small bistro that has great soups and sandwiches and head inside. I look around with fresh eyes, wondering if we could move a small cafe into the wellness center. Nothing as large as this, but something that can be situated nearer the front desk so people can grab a bite to eat as they’re leaving.

Most of the time when I have a hard workout, I don’t want to stop to get food on the way home or cook when I finally arrive home. I’d rather food just appear before me. If there was somewhere inside to pick up a quick bite to eat, it would help a lot of people save money on take out.

I run it by Yuri and he nods. “That’s a great idea. Some smoothies and fresh fruit in there would be a good move to start. We can add to food to the menu at another time, once we see how the smoothies take off.”

“Think Dario would be willing to help us out with some designs?”

“Only one way to find out,” Yuri says, looking up at the menu.

I pull out my phone and text my old roommate and best friend. Well, my best friend besides Yuri.

Even though he got his degree in business like me, he went back to school to become a structural engineer. All that time spent designing and building sets for the studio made him want to be the pursue something along those lines later. It didn’t hurt that his boyfriend pushed him to realize his dreams when he didn’t think he could do it.

Me: Hey man. We were thinking about a juice bar in the center. What do you think?

His reply is quick.

Dario: I like it. Want me to come by and take a look, maybe draft you some designs?

Me: Yep.

Dario: *laughing emoji* I figured. I’ll come by after you all come back from Jay’s game. I’m swamped this week at work.

Me: Sounds good. I’ll tell Yuri.

We order food and find a table to sit and wait for it. “Dario will come by and check some things out when we get back from the game in California.”

“I’m sure we can have something going by next summer.”

Over lunch, we discuss more plans we have for the center, most of them focused on expansion. We’ve been doing well, our business really picking up and word spreading about our work. With new students enrolling every year to our alma mater, we’re not short on clientele.

We didn’t plan to stay in the same college town we lived in when we met, but things kind of worked out that way. We both loved the area and decided there was no reason to move. A few years back, we found a nice three-bedroom, two-bathroom house that we bought a few miles outside the hustle and bustle of the campus. It’s amazing. I see us living there for the rest of our lives.

Our lives have really worked out better than I would have imagined. From not knowing how I was going to pay for college, to becoming a fluffer, to meeting the love of my life. None of this was in the cards for me when I was lying on my couch, trying to figure out how I would pay for my tuition.

One decision changed the course of my life and I don’t regret it for one second.

After our long workday, Yuri and I head home together. I lean back in the passenger seat, my eyes closed while I listen to Yuri hum to the music on the radio. Absently, he reaches for my hand and threads his fingers through mine. I squeeze his hand, loving the slight contact. Yuri squeezes mine back, sending his love through our connection.

We get inside and I make a beeline to the shower. The health center has a full locker room with the glass frosted shower doors I loved so much when I was a member at the other gym, but I like showering in my own bathroom at the end of a long day. Yuri could join me in our shower and wash my back without people thinking it’s weird that we’re in the shower together in public, even if it is our wellness center.

That’s exactly what he does. Once I’m under the spray and I’m soaped up, Yuri steps in behind me, taking the cloth from my hand and runs it over my tight and sore muscles. I hum, loving the feel of his hands on me.

I lean my head back, resting it on his pecs. Yuri brings the cloth around, washing my front. “Tired?”

“Very. Long day. Sam is getting ready to compete so we worked out hard today. I just want to lie down with you wrapped around me.”

“Anything you want, baby.” Yuri kisses the top of my head. I sigh, absorbing the feeling of his arms around me.

Once he has me clean, Yuri dries me off so he can tuck me into bed.

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