Flowy Athletic Shorts Novels & Stories

“Oh, you’re right!” I thought “proper training gear” would be a couple pair of shorts and a pack of t-shirts. Kieran thought it meant one of every option in the store. Lucian mediated and we ended up with an assortment of shorts, leggings, sports bras and t-shirts, all made of sweat wicking fibers. I had to admit they felt nice, soft and supportive.

“Nathan shouts advice over his shoulder about backhands. Cole glances at me, almost like he’s saying, See what I have to deal with? And I grin, helpless, caught in some ridiculous orbit of admiration and distraction. The shorts. They are getting worse. The fabric clings, tracing muscles I didn’t know I could notice this much. His glutes, his quads, every damn line of him sculpted like he was built for my eyeballs. Who even allowed this? Who designed these shorts for men and thought it wouldn’t break people?

She explained. She clicked on the remote again and a new image popped up. “I present to you, the Swift and Sleek series. This was made for our athletic folk; the sprinters. Made of a very lightweight fabric that makes it easy for the runner to cope during flight. It also comes with a hoodie, for those of you that might love to run during the rain. This outfit is an ideal one for everyone that loves sprinting, either as a career or a hobby” She described the outfit.

Adriana finished her shower and picked up her clothes, only to finally notice a small-sized women’s sweatshirt set on the shelf. The silky material, with short sleeves on top and shorts underneath, had a conservative design—but there was something… a little strange about it. Her athletic underwear was soaked with sweat and couldn’t be worn again. There was no other option. She had to come out with her chest tightly tucked in.

It’s too cold to wear shorts. He stands in front of his side of their large closet, just his shirt and underwear on, and jumps slightly in surprise when Dallas comes up behind him to grab his waist. “Can’t decide?” Dallas asks. Clearly he knows Ford too well. He slips his hands under Ford’s shirt to check which underwear he’s got on. They’re nothing exciting, really. Just his black boy-short panties. When he’d bought them, they’d both had a good laugh at the name—somehow the style of underwear made popular for women based on the design of men’s brief shorts had made a full circle, turning into a more feminine-style adjusted back to accommodate the male body.

Even though Shea has mostly become a permanent fixture in our house, after a week of her freezing me out, I want to bash down the door and take her into my arms. She steps around, pulling the door open, and gives me a sweet smile. With my heart shoved into my throat, there is plenty of room for butterflies to dance around in my stomach at the sight of her. "Yes please." Her voice sounds like silk. She's wearing a pair of spandex athletic shorts, and a ripped up hoodie that's cropped above her belly button. The shorts leave nothing to the imagination, the way they cling to her hips, and her bare midriff looks soft and smooth.

Hae Jin joined in the search. "He went all out with the flowery patterns, didn't he?" Hae Jin observed. "They are light, cute and practical. The fabric is also fitting, cotton, eyelet, tropical wool and linen. They have the ability to soak sweat and allow the air to flow in the clothes for a fresher feeling on hot days." "Mmmhmm, something of a shorter length is very stylish with this design, he thought through all these factors didn't he." I raised up a small gown.

“I’d say the same for you. But I think Lilly will keep us both on our toes. She should be here any minute.” “Speak of the devil,” Hawk muttered, nodding toward the gym entrance. Lilly strolled into the gym. Her formal dress and updo were gone. She was back in blue jeans and a paint-splattered t-shirt with her hair up in a ponytail. She crossed her arms with a playful smirk as she approached them. “You two are adorable, you know that?” she teased. “Workout buddies, all fresh-faced in the morning. It’s downright cute.” Quill chuckled. “Easy there, Lilly. You’re pushing it.”

(Kol's POV) My black short-sleeved shirt, stained with my sweat, is peeled off from my sweat-sheathed skin, as I slide it past my head and drop it to the floor. The hem of my dark-colored workout shorts, along with my boxers, are grabbed by my fingers, sliding them down my legs, so they form a puddle around my ankles for me to step out of. My cock is semi-hard, and my hand strokes it to further harden

The summer heat was crazy this year. Too freaking hot, so, naturally, I had to dress the part to beat the heat. A simple tank top with a neckline that allowed the swells of my breasts to show, but not enough to have them falling out, and then jean shorts that were short enough to pass off as underwear. But I wasn’t the only one trying to beat the heat though. The only piece of clothing Kyl had on his body right now was the shorts that hung loosely from his slim waist.