Page 66 of Weston & Cyrus
Fuck it all.
“Good morning, Master.”
Nope, it didn’t matter and he knew that too.
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“Just look like a functional human. Cyrus’s friend. I’ve been coming here for years. I’m his buddy. Everyone knows that.” My first step in looking functional was to stop talking to myself, butit was harder than it should’ve been as I walked up to Cyrus’s gym.
He’d built it from scratch and it was amazing, but most of his clients were bodybuilders or those types, along with a few fitness models that lived in the area. I was the shortest and skinniest guy there by a long shot, but I had to remind myself that he’d helped me get a pretty good body over the past few years.
I was more muscular dork than bodybuilder, though, but based on how the last week had gone, he didn’t seem to mind that. I couldn’t decide if I should have asked him more questions or made less assumptions in general, but it probably didn’t matter anymore.
What mattered was that I should’ve asked who was showing up at the gym.
Boyfriend?
Friend?
Sub?
Slut who fantasized about how wonderfully dirty the place made me feel?
“Hey, Weston.” The evening front desk guy was one of the bodybuilder types who traded work hours for free gym usage and was actually a nice guy. “Boss man is in the back and said to send you there when you came in.”
“Thanks.” Mick? Nick? It was something that ended in ick, but I couldn’t remember and he never remembered to wear his name tag. “Not too busy today?”
“Nah.” He flashed me a grin as he wiggled like an excited kid. “And I’m almost done, so I’m going to take advantage of it. Pec day is the best day.”
Was I allowed to laugh at that or not?
I could never tell because he had this bouncy puppy energy that was kind of confusing.
“Have fun, man.” Yep, I was there to see my friend and hang out. Casual language. No worries. Just working out with a buddy. I wasn’t awkward. I fit in. They liked me.
Working on my headspace made everything easier, and by the time I’d changed clothes and was actually heading back to the small area where Cyrus did private sessions, I wasn’t as jumpy and I’d made casual conversation with a few regulars.
No frustrating erection.
No thinking about how my day had started.
No…I didn’t know why Cyrus was in such a good mood.
No…I didn’t know why all the supplements had suddenly gone up in price.
Nothing inappropriate at all…I was simply hanging out with the guys.
It was working great right up until I walked in the smaller room at the back of the gym and saw Cyrus.
My Cyrus.
Wow.
Setting down the weights he’d been straightening…no racking…he looked up at the wall of mirrors in front of them and shook his head as he focused on me. “Overthinking already?”
Fucker.
“No.” Grumbling, I headed in and set my water down on the small table by the door as he turned around. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
