Page 86 of Gym Bros
“Yeah, you know—head between friends.”
“I thought you said?—”
“Oh, I didn’t return the favor. He felt bad for me one night when I was feeling sorry for myself. I would have called it pity head, but platonic sounds nicer.”
“Okay.” Calyx takes a moment to take this in.
“That was literally my only other encounter with anything besides my hand since I moved here until…” I gesture at him.
“Is there some reason we’re having this conversation?” Calyx asks quietly.
I shrug. “Yeah, I saw that guy Ryan slap your ass, and I had questions.”
“Oh. Well, that was…platonic, too.”
“Got it.”
“Did it make you jealous?”
“If I said it did?”
“Um…” Calyx turns around to look at the clock. I stare at him, waiting for an answer, feeling slightly unhinged. “Can I think about it?” he asks.
“Sure. I assume you want to get back to yoga.”
He nods.
“Fine.”
Softly, he says, “I wanted you to try the forward bend again.”
I do, and to my surprise, I get several inches deeper into the stretch this time. “Damn,” I say. “That frog thing helped.”
“Try dropping the strap and holding onto your calves,” he tells me. “Then drop your head.”
The deeper stretch burns my ass, but the sensation isn’t as dizzying as it’s been in the past.
I feel his knee against the middle of my back, and I check the mirror to watch him push me deeper.
“Ffuuckk…” I groan. He lets up only to do it again. I guess I asked for it, didn’t I? But, after a few minutes of his help, I’m damn near holding onto my ankles.
I haven’t been able to do that since I was a kid.
His hands land on my shoulders. “Relax here,” he reminds me.
I force my elbows to drop, and then he pushes my chest even closer to my knees.
“Breathe.”
I do.
“That’s really good,” he says, and the words go straight to my dick.
“Yeah?”
“It’ll be a little different when you’re standing up, but yeah. How are those hamstrings?”
“Not bad.”
