Page 2 of Gemini

“I’m trying to relax. Please, I’ll meet him later. Is he good to you?”

Sam scoffed. “Of course. Have you met anyone?”

“No, I’m not around anywhere long enough to meet anyone,” I said, scooping bubbles and throwing them at him.

“Sounds like a you issue,” he laughed, running off.

“Close the door behind you,” I shouted.

Being single didn’t bother me. Relationships, like social media were strings that tied you down. I was more interested in doing the tying, unfortunately, ropes of any kinds weren’t really permitted in my carry-on luggage.

Back to thoughts of those twinks half my size, I grabbed my cock and gave it a couple tired tugs before I found myself drifting off into a little bath nap. At first it was nice, like being inside a warm hugged and then waking, it was cold, and my skin had pruned. But I’d soaked myself with the muscle relaxing salts, and I was ready for bed.

Bed was a special place too, the only place I could sleep at night properly. It might’ve not have been ideal that a lot of the nights I was in hotels and places I could only catch a couple hours at a time, so home was where I got as much rest as possible. It was rarely used for sex, but that wasn’t to say I wouldn’t bring a guy home if I met him on a nice, long weekend like this one.

That morning, my body woke me just before six. It was perfect time to start the day with a work out. I threw on some shorts and a baggy hoodie with my sneakers, they were strictly for gym use. It felt like I’d never left, putting my headphones in, listening to some hype pre-work out music with a fast BPM. It helped that I mixed both a pre-workout shake and a post-work out smoothie and into my gym bag they went.

The gym was only a couple blocks away from the apartment. It opened early and closed late, it was perfect, and the only time it ever really got busy was at lunch or in the evening, both times when people were clocking off work.

The gym was mostly empty, except for a couple people working, and others determined to run a 5k before eight. I was in the zone, lifting weights, squatting, and really feeling the burn in my legs and thighs. It was a good burn.

A tap came on my shoulder.

I dropped the weights on the spot.

Looking behind, a scrawny guy stood, blinking his doe eyes at me. He was mouthing something my music obscured.

“Sorry,” I said, pulling out my earphones. “Did you need to get something?”

He smiled his thick, full lips at me. “I was gonna ask if you could spot me,” he said. “You look—well, muscular, and I have a trainer, but he’s not in today. He said I should work on benching, and—” he sucked in a deep breath, his chest protruding with the swell of all that air. “I didn’t mean to like inconvenience you, I just have work in an hour and I’d love to get a couple reps in.”

I’d almost missed every word he said. He was a twink, and if he tried benching and building up his arms and shoulders, he’d turn quickly into a twunk, and that would be a disservice to his body. “What are you on? The lowest weights?”

He nodded. “You’ll help me?”

Looking him up and down, he looked almost suffocated in his T-shirt and there had to have been a tight knot keeping those basketball shorts from falling. Size differences like this were such a turn on. “What are your goals with it?”

“Um, I—”

“Sure, I’ll help.”

He smiled again. “Perfect, thank you. I just have like a checklist in my head of all the things I’ve got to do and if I get them all, I get like a little sticker.” He screwed his lip together and looked to his feet. “That sounds lame.”

“We all love a little sticker,” I told him. “So, where are you set up? And are squats on your list?” I looked at his calves, but couldn’t really get a read on his thighs. I shouldn’t have been looking at his an object, but he’d approached me. “You know, the legs do a lot of work.”

“Yeah. Today isn’t a leg day though, just chest and arms.”

“What’s your end goal?” I asked.

“Put on muscle, but not—too much,” he looked at me this time, his gaze, examining me. I liked it. “I want to be able to throw a punch, not like I’ve ever needed to, but just in case. My mom’s been worried about me since I moved here a couple years back, and then someone in my apartment building got burgled, and it was like on the news, which she saw, and I figured I’d try and work out.”

I admired that choice. He wasn’t doing it for vanity, he was trying to be practical with his goals. I supposed that’s where we differed. “I’ll spot you,” I said. “You have the weights already picked out.”

He nodded. “Oh. I’m Spence, by the way. Spencer, technically, but like that extra letter is a whole extra syllable, so I dropped it back in sixth grade or something.”

“I’m Oscar,” I said, holding out my hand to him. He seemed hesitant to shake it, but then he did. Touching his warm uncalloused hand was nice, I didn’t bear too much weight in the shake, but he shook it, our palms becoming a little sweaty. “What do you do for work?”

Spence pulled his hand from mine. “I’m a translator, I do like legal documents for a law firm. I mostly work from home now since they did some downsizing and couldn’t afford the office space.” He was a talker, an over explainer. It only drew me into him with curiosity and questions. “Spanish,” he added. “My mom is from Argentina, Rosa, and my dad is from here, well, from Queens. So, yeah.”

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