Ken & Jeff #1 - Post Workout

MM 18+ | Ken knew Jeff was watching him, as he made his way off the gym floor, without looking back...

The air in the gym hung thick, a stew of sweat, stale rubber, and a faint, metallic tang from the rusting dumbbells. Fluorescent lights, buzzing overhead, cast a sickly yellow glow on the worn equipment. Jeff wiped the back of his hand across his brow, the cool metal of the barbell a welcome anchor against his palm. Another set, another grunt, another push against the burning in his triceps. He felt eyes on him, a familiar warmth prickling his skin, but he didn’t look up. Not yet.

Across the grimy floor, Ken, a man of broad shoulders and a narrow waist, worked the lat pulldown machine. His dark hair, damp with exertion, clung to his temples. His singlet stretched taut across his chest, the fabric straining with each powerful pull. He hadn’t bothered to hide his glances all week. A quick, almost imperceptible shift of his head, a lingering gaze that felt like a physical touch. Jeff caught him once, Ken’s eyes, dark and intense, locking with his before he quickly averted them, a flush creeping up his neck. It was a game, a silent dance played out amidst the clanking weights and grunting effort.

Jeff finished his last set, the barbell clattering back into its rack with a satisfying thud. His muscles quivered, a pleasant ache spreading through his limbs. Time to shower. He grabbed his towel and gym bag, slinging them over his shoulder. As he moved towards the locker room, he glanced over his shoulder. Ken was still on the lat pulldown, but his movements had slowed. His eyes, Jeff knew, were on him.