This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First electronic edition December 2011
Copyright © 2011 by Ava Michaels
Hundred to Home Publishing, LLC at Smashwords
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Ava Michaels blogs from www.AvaMichaels.blogspot.com. She enjoys writing gay fiction… any and all combinations.
Her debut novel is His Best Friend’s Bed, which is available wherever ebooks are sold!
Landen enjoys watching Brendon workout… sometimes a little too much.
One night, after the gym closes, Brendon asks Landen to stay late, hang out, and lift weights. Landen tries to be sneaky, coaxing Brendon into sexual situations but still isn’t sure if Brendon is gay or interested in him…
Then Brendon hits the shower and Landen knows the sexy man with dark skin is cornered…
Lucky for them they’re in the shower, where the water is hot and the messes are easy to clean up…
As soon as Landen heard the voice call out, “Ten set, get ‘em up!” he casually hurried from the gym’s small office to the gym floor, as he always did, to sneak a peek at the strong dark skin man standing at the weight bench.
Through some eaves dropping, he learned the man’s name was Brendon and, somehow, it fit so perfectly, adding to his insane hotness.
Landen was never like this; no matter how many men he saw come and go in the gym, all day long, he never once had a thing for one. Sure, there were plenty of studs, beefcakes, and twinks he’d like to toss around, but this was clearly borderline obsession.
He stood at an abdominal machine, leaning on it, angled so that it appeared he was watching some political spot on CNN on one of the televisions that hung above him. His eyes, however, were glued to Brendon.
“Come on,” he bellowed in a deep voice that sounded like a drill sergeant barking orders.
He can order me around anytime, Landen thought.
Brendon’s friend winced as he lifted the weights. Brendon’s fingers were an inch under it, there to spot in case something should happen. His friend nodded indicating that he was spent on the set, but Brendon refused it.
“I said ten, do ten,” Brendon said.
His friend reluctantly brought the bench press bar down to his chest one last time.
As he did Landen watched the bar, the man’s face, and saw how close Brendon was standing near his friend. His cock was inches away from his face.
Landen fantasized about being on the bench like that, lifting, and having Brendon that close to him…
An idea came to Landen. He turned and looked up at the clock. It was getting late, almost closing time, but what the hell, why couldn’t he have a “late lunch break?” One of the few perks of being at the gym from open to close was that when his breaks came, he could workout, for free.
His lunch hour would be perfect.
And while it wasn’t his set day for it, Landen made the decision to work on his chest.
All he would need was a man to spot him…
Landen wasn’t a small man himself. Again, being in the gym all day had a few perks.
He knew his limits, his sets, and what he could or couldn’t do.
As luck would have it, by the time he got changed and made it to the floor to the free weights, Brendon’s friend had already called it day. The even better news was that Brendon was still there, lifting. His dedication to his perfect body was such a wild turn on for Landen. He always wondered what Brendon would be like in the bedroom – if he were that dedicated to lifting, how far would he go to pleasure another man?
Assuming Brendon liked to pleasure other men.
That presented itself as the biggest problem in the situation. Landen had never actually spoken more than a few minutes of forced conversation with Brendon. He had no idea if Brendon liked men, women, or both. Even when Brendon would hand him his keys to check-in, Landen always checked for any kind of signs- a picture, a rainbow keychain- but Brendon was pretty secretive. He had keys, a card for the local grocery store, and a gym card.