Page 96 of Gym Bros
I used to be so busy I barely had any downtime. If I wasn’t working, I was packing. If I wasn’t packing, I was unpacking, or I was on a flight, or shopping.
Maybe I could go shopping tomorrow.
I wonder what size Samuel is. I wonder what he’d say if I asked to take his measurements before he leaves tomorrow.
Maybe he already knows his measurements. Is that the kind of thing fighters know about themselves? Probably. Making a living with your body would require a certain knowledge of it.
I already know he wears a size thirteen shoe. I peeked at the yoga studio. No surprise there since he’s basically a giant. A warm, sometimes fun and weirdly sexy giant. Okay, no. Not weird. Unexpected.
I must eventually fall asleep really hard because when I wake up there’s no Samuel in bed. I lean up on one arm and squint my eyes against the light. Beauty isn’t on the bed either, but through my brain fog, I hear the shower running. That’s when I spot the dog, lying on the floor outside his bathroom door.
Good. He’s still here.
His bedroom isn’t as big as mine, but it’s set up similarly with the bed under the window and TV on the opposite wall. He has a long dresser that matches the nightstands. His gym bag is on top of it, unzipped. His closet is open and holds about a third of the clothes it’s capable of housing. I’m tempted to rummage through it, determine his wardrobe deficiencies and work to correct them, but that would be insane. Total stalker behavior.
I lurch out of bed, still dressed in the sweats and long-sleeved t-shirt I wore over and leave the bedroom. I brush my teeth in the kitchen sink and try to make myself presentable before lying back down in the bed. I attempt to make it look like I never left the mattress.
The shower stops running, and I think about how I want to play this. I don’t know how much time he has, so that’s the first thing I need to figure out. He’s probably in the mood, though, right? Young guys are good to go ninety-nine percent of the time,I’m guessing. Granted, I never have been, but today I am. And yesterday.
The day before yesterday.
I adjust my morning wood, and by adjust, I mean I pull at it until it’s aching.
The door opens, and Samuel appears naked in a cloud of steam.
His cock is huge and erect, and he’s looking at me with pure hunger in his eyes. This is agreatsign.
“What are you doing under the sheet there?”
Oh God. I let go of my dick and stretch my arms over my head semi-casually. “Nothing. What are you doing?”
He looks down at his erection, then back to me. “Not much.”
“What time do you need to be at your gym?”
“I try to be there by eleven, but it doesn’t really matter. No clock to punch or anything.”
Oh. Good to know.
I also have no idea what time it is. It feels early, though. Like eight-something.
He’s making no secret of the fact that he’s checking me out, and for that, I slide the sheet down to my hips and stretch out like a cat. It’d work better if I weren’t wearing a shirt, but I’m really hoping he’ll take care of that.
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SAMUEL
Iwould never say it out loud, butthisis cute.
Calyx with his flushed pink cheeks and messy hair trying to look sexy in a t-shirt is fucking adorable because he’s not even bothering to hide the hopeful, questioning expression on his face. Plus, he does look really fucking sexy in a t-shirt.
Seeing him like that in my bed has me wanting to run a victory lap, but I also need to chill the fuck out. If I’m not careful with this one, he’s gonna walk away with my balls in his fist.
“Are you attempting to distract me?” I ask, though nonchalance is hard to pull off with a full erection. Not jerking off in the shower when all I could think about was the way he sucked my cock on his couch last night was brutal. He keeps surprising me, and I’m all the way here for it.
“You’re already distracted,” he notes correctly.
I walk the few steps to the bed and hold out my hand. He takes it, and I pull him up. He gets on his knees in front of me, his head coming up to my chest, which is a little bit shorter than when he’s standing.
