Page 136 of Gym Bros
“You’re good?” Calyx asks.
I smile at my boyfriend. “I’m great, actually.” Turning back to Evan, I ask, “You’ve been okay?”
The smile he gives me now is as forced as his roommate’s. “Awesome.”
Before he can say more, Calyx cuts in. “I want to show them our triangle.” The look on his face is very determined, and Iknow better than to say no, even if this is slightly embarrassing, and I’m not sure my pants can take it.
We’ve leveled up our partner yoga game with a lot of trial and error both at the gym and at home. Once Calyx realized I could do a headstand, the two-person poses have gotten a lot more challenging. I should consider myself lucky he’s not making me do one of those. At least the triangle won’t require me to touch the floor. “Okay,” I say, “But that’s it.”
“Promise,” he says, eyes sparkling up at me with that slightly manic glaze.
It’s now that I realize I’ll do fucking anything for him. He better love me back goddamnit. He clears a space and gestures for me to assume the position.
There are a lot of ways to do triangle with a partner, but our version is pretty cute with wrapped hands and wrapped legs. We form one triangle together. A small crowd gathers to watch, and Calyx—who I guess is over the fact that Evan sucked my dick once—giggles the entire time. Once we hit the pose and everyone claps, I grab him by the waist and pull him against my side. He splays his hand on my abs and looks at Deacon. “Isn’t he amazing?”
Jesus.
Poor Deacon. Evan speaks up. “Multi-talented for sure.” And then he winks.
I give Calyx a squeeze before the wink has a chance to make him think too hard. “He taught me everything I know,” I say.
Evan looks up at Deacon. “Are you flexible at all?”
“Uh…I stretch after I work out.”
“I’ve never seen you stretch.”
“Just basic stuff,” Deacon says.
“It’s super important,” my sort of drunk boyfriend interjects. “Especially with all those muscles. You can get super tight—like Samuel’s lower back was?—”
“Okay, that’s enough,” I say. “Dance with me?”
“Oh! Yeah.” Then to Deacon and Evan he says, “He can’t keep his hands off me.”
Dear God.
I take this as my cue, putting my hands on his hips and backing him up through the crowd to where a dozen or so people are dancing. He’s got his arms around my neck and is staring at me salaciously, already swaying to the music.
Adorableandsexy.
“Having fun?” I ask.
His smile is blinding. “Not really!”
I laugh. “Fooled me, angel.”
“Good. So you and Evan arefriends?”
“Yep,” I say. “He’s my only friend outside the gym. No more surprises, I promise.”
“But he sucked your cock?”
“Once. As a favor.”
“You swear it was just the one time and that’s as far as it?—”
I press my mouth to his. When he shuts up and softens in my arms, I tell him, “He’s got a crush on his roommate.”
