Dean rolled over and Colton helped him up.
“Well, these muscles aren’t just for show, ya know,” Dean joked, rubbing his torso.
“You’re a fucking beast!” Colton punched him in the chest. “Okay, one more exercise.” Colton walked Dean over to a pile of sandbags, in various weights. “We’re gonna do some squats.”
“Hell yeah! Time to get me a bootie like Colton Merrick!” Dean exclaimed with a fist pump.
Colton laughed and gave Dean’s ass a squeeze. “You’re already there, dude!”
They each picked up a ten-pound sandbag, placing them on their shoulders. “So, you’re not simply doing a squat here,” Colton explained. “This is about developing explosive strength. You squat low, then jump as high as you can, landing back deep into the squat. Let’s do ten reps.”
They rapidly rattled off ten squat jumps, and Dean threw the sandbag off his shoulders. “Holy fuck!” He bent over, panting like a dog in summer.
Colton laughed and rubbed his back. “Only two more sets. Now grab the fifteen-pound bag.”
“What?!” Dean looked up in disbelief.
“Yep! Come on, Mr. DJ, don't be a pussy,” Colton teased.
Dean reluctantly picked up the sandbag and they blasted through ten more jump squats. Dean had barely finished the last squat before he tossed the sandbag off his shoulder and collapsed forward.
Colton laughed. “You’re almost home, Dean, stay with me! Last set, the twenty-pound bag.”
“You’ve gotta be fucking joking!” Dean panted, giving Colton his best side eye.
“Do I look like I’m joking? Come on, ten more and you’re done. You can do it.” Colton lifted Dean up by his shoulder.
“Fine! But only because you asked so nicely.” Dean winked.
“Atta boy! Let’s finish strong!”
They picked up the twenty-pound bag and cranked out the last ten jump squats. Dean dropped the bag and collapsed to his hands and knees, huffing for air.
Colton pulled him back up to a standing position.
“You did it!” He slapped both his shoulders. “How do you feel?”
“Like I just ran around the entire fucking Earth!”
Colton laughed and put his arm around Dean’s shoulder. A whiff of Colton’s post-workout musk filled his nostrils. He smelled like a real fucking man and Dean felt his knees buckle. “Now we get to the best part…the sauna!”
“Okay, nowthatsounds good!” Dean heaved as they walked.
They headed into the recovery area, where Colton took off his sweaty t-shirt and tossed it onto the bench. It landed with a wet, heavy thud. Dean took a heavy gulp to try and keep himself from gasping out loud at the blond muscle-bound beauty before him.
Colton opened the door to the sauna, looking back at Dean over his shoulder with a devious grin. “Off with that shirt. Come inside.”
Mmmm, don’t tempt me, mister. Dean chuckled at his dirty thoughts.
The sauna was both relaxing and therapeutic, smelling heavily of eucalyptus and cedar wood.
Dean closed his eyes to keep himself from staring at Colton, who was sitting next to him wearing nothing but a little pair ofblack shorts, sweat slowly forming across his chest, cascading down the ripples of his abs, and the little beads of sweat on his top lip. Dean wanted to kiss the shit out of those plump, pink lips.
Colton’s lips were a crime. They should really be illegal!
It was almost too much for Dean to bear. He squeezed his eyes shut and thought of kittens, calculus, grannies in bikinis…anything to keep his libido in check.
“Man, I love the way this sauna smells.” Dean sighed, his head back against the wall.
