2: Push and Pull

I showed up at the gym the next evening like nothing happened. Same time. Same routine. But my body remembered everything. The almost kiss. His breath on my lips. The way his dick felt pressed against my thigh. I walked in hard already. Half from thinking about it all day. Half from nerves.

The place was busier tonight. Weights clanging. Guys grunting. Music thumping low. I headed straight for the squat rack hoping to burn off the edge. But there he was. Jaxon. Already set up. Bar loaded heavy. Shirt off now. Just black shorts low on his hips. Sweat shining on his chest. Abs tight. That V line dipping down. He looked up when I walked over. Eyes locked. No smirk this time. Just raw hunger.

"You came back," he said. Voice low enough only I could hear.

"Wasn't gonna let you scare me off," I shot back. My voice came out rougher than I meant.

He racked the bar. Stepped aside. "Spot me then."

I hesitated. Spotting meant getting close. Hands ready if he failed. Body right behind his. I knew what he was doing.

I moved in anyway.

He stepped under the bar. Broad back to me. Ass brushing my crotch as he positioned. Deliberate. I felt him flex just a little. Enough to press back against my growing hard on. My breath hitched. Cock throbbed in my shorts. I gripped the bar lightly above his shoulders. Ready.

He dipped low. Slow. Controlled. Thighs flexing. Ass pushing back into me again on the way up. Each rep he ground subtle against me. Heat rolled off him. Sweat dripped down his spine. I wanted to lick it.

By the fifth rep I was leaking. Tip wet. Shorts sticking. My hands shook a little on the bar.

He racked it hard. Turned to face me. Chest heaving. Close enough our nipples almost brushed. His eyes dropped to my bulge. Obvious now. Tenting my shorts.

"Your turn," he said. Voice thick.

I loaded lighter. Didn't trust my legs. He stepped behind me for the spot. His hands hovered near my sides. Breath hot on my neck.

"Lower," he murmured. "Show me you can handle it."

I squatted. Felt his body shift closer. On the way down his hand brushed my hip. Light. Like helping steady. Fingers lingered. Thumb stroked once over bare skin where my shirt rode up.

I pushed up. Legs burned. Cock ached harder. He did it again on the next rep. Hand sliding to my lower back. Pressing just enough to guide. Heat from his palm seeped through me.

By the last rep I was shaking. Not from the weight. From him.

I racked the bar. Turned. Our faces inches apart. Sweat mixed. His scent everywhere. Musk. Effort. Want.

"Sauna?" he asked quiet. Eyes dark.

I nodded. Couldn't speak.

We walked to the back. Place had a small dry sauna. Wood benches. Dim light. Heat thick. Empty tonight. Good.

I went in first. Sat on the top bench. Towel around my waist now. Gym rules. But nothing underneath. Jaxon followed. Shut the door. Locked it soft.

Heat hit fast. Skin prickled. Sweat already beading.

He sat next to me. Thigh pressed to thigh. Solid muscle against mine. We didn't talk at first. Just breathed. Heavy. The air felt charged. Like right before lightning.

His hand moved slow. Landed on my knee. Fingers spread. Thumb stroked inner thigh. Lazy circles climbing higher.

My cock jumped under the towel. Leaked more. I shifted trying to hide it. Pointless.

"You hard for me again?" he whispered.

"Been hard since last night," I admitted. Voice hoarse.

He groaned low. Hand slid higher. Stopped just short of where I needed it. Teasing. Fingers brushed the edge of the towel.

I turned my head. Our mouths close. I could taste his breath. Salt and heat.

He leaned in. Lips brushed my ear. "I jerked off thinking about you in the shower. Stroked slow. Pictured your mouth on me."

Fuck. My hips bucked a little. Towel slipped open a crack. Cool air hit my tip.

His eyes dropped. Saw it. Red. Slick. Throbbing.

"Look at you," he said rough. "Leaking already."

His hand moved under the towel. Palm cupped my balls first. Gentle squeeze. I gasped. Head fell back against the wall.

Fingers wrapped around my shaft. Slow stroke. Up. Down. Thumb smeared the precum over the head.

I moaned quiet. Couldn't help it.

He sped up a little. Grip firm. Perfect. My hips rocked into his hand.

"Want to feel you too," I panted.

He let go. Stood. Dropped his towel. Cock sprang free. Thick. Veined. Curved up. Tip shiny.

My mouth watered.

He sat again. Closer. Our thighs pressed full now. His hand back on me. Mine reached for him.

I wrapped fingers around his length. Hot. Hard. Velvet over steel. He hissed. Hips jerked.

We stroked each other slow. Matching rhythm. Eyes locked. Watching faces. Watching hands under towels.

Sweat poured. Slid down chests. Mixed.

His free hand went to my nipple. Pinched light. Rolled. Pleasure shot straight to my cock.

I leaned in. Mouth on his neck. Tasted salt. Sucked gentle. He groaned louder.

"Quiet," I whispered against skin. "Someone might hear."

"Let them," he growled. "Want them to know what you do to me."

His stroke sped. Twist at the head. I copied. Thumb over his slit. He bucked.

We were both close. Breathing ragged. Bodies slick.

Then voices outside. Footsteps. Door handle rattled. Someone trying to come in.

We froze. Hands stilled. Hearts pounding.

They laughed. Walked away.

Jaxon exhaled shaky. "Fuck. Close."

He pulled his hand away. Stood. Cock bobbing. Red and wet.

"Can't finish here," he said. Voice wrecked. "Not yet."

I groaned in frustration. Cock aching. Denied.

He wrapped towel. Looked down at me. "My place. Tonight. After close."

I stared up. Body on fire. Mind spinning.

"Yes," I said.

He smirked. First real one since last night. "Good boy."

He left first. I sat there alone. Towel open. Cock still hard. Hand shaking as I stroked once. Twice. Then stopped. Saved it for him.

I dressed slow. Every move reminded me. His hand on me. His taste on my tongue. The promise.

Tonight.

I'd finally get him.

And he would get me.