Dylan slumped, uncurling his legs and reaching down to grab his laptop from the floor. He laughed. “Ryker, you scared the crap out of me.” He rose out of his chair and came around to stand in front of Ryker, looking pleased to see him. “I was listening to music.”
“I figured,” Ryker said. He was happy to see that Dylan was taking their words to heart and making himself at home. “I was going to make myself a protein shake. Do you want anything from the kitchen?”
“No thanks,” Dylan said. He nodded at the seat of the chair. “I have my water bottle.”
Ryker looked, and sure enough, there was a blue water bottle lying next to the cushion.
“All right.” Ryker reached out and ruffled his hair. “Were you planning on working much longer?”
Dylan licked his lips and shook his head. “Not really. I’ve been at it for hours.”
“In that case, do you want to come down to the gym with me and get in a quick workout?”
Dylan did not look enthusiastic at the proposal. He wrinkled his nose, looking like he was about to say no, and so Ryker decided to sweeten the deal.
“I’ll let you lick my abs and suck my cock before I shower.”
Dylan’s eyes darkened, his mouth parting with desire. He licked his lips and swallowed.
“I’m not really great at the whole working out thing.”
“You can jog on the treadmill, and if you get tired, you can walk,” Ryker said, pulling Dylan into a hug and rubbing his back. When Dylan didn’t look convinced, Ryker pushed his face into his pecs and held him there.
Dylan was always a lot more malleable when he’d spent a minute or two being smothered by Ryker’s muscular chest.
“Okay,” Dylan mumbled, his breath warm against Ryker’s tank top.
“Great!” Ryker released Dylan from his embrace. “Hurry and change and meet me by the elevator. I’ll go make my shake and meet you there.
Ten minutes later, Ryker met Dylan by the elevator, holding his protein shake in one hand, and his building access card and a pair of towels in the other. Dylan was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, looking like he already regretted his decision to join Ryker in the gym.
Ryker would have to make sure it was a worthwhile experience. Considering all the body worship boxes Dylan had marked as a yes on the questionnaire, Ryker had a few ideas of how to make that happen.
“Ready?” Ryker asked, pressing the button to call the elevator.
“I guess,” Dylan said. When the elevator doors opened, he allowed Ryker to steer him inside and drape an arm across his shoulders.
Ryker kept Dylan pinned to his side, groping his chest with little scratches of his fingers that had Dylan’s breaths coming in speedy little pants.
Luckily, when they arrived at the gym, they were the only ones there. That wasn’t unusual – the gym was criminally underutilized by most residents in the building – but it made Ryker’s plans to show off while he worked up a sweat easier to get away with.
“Let’s stretch before we start,” Ryker said. He tossed the towels on the weightlifting bench, putting his shake down on the floor as he took a seat on one of the mats. He stretched his legs out in front of him, nodding at Dylan to do the same.
He grabbed the toe of his left sneaker, folding his body down and holding the stretch for a count of five before he let go. When he looked over, Dylan had mirrored his position, but it didn’t look like he even felt it.
Ryker had forgotten how flexible he was.
He kept stretching, moving through his usual routine while keeping an eye on Dylan. When he was done, his muscles felt primed and ready to work.
“I’m going to hit the weights,” he said, walking over to the rack of weights by the wall. “Do you need help setting up the treadmill?”
Dylan shook his head. “No, I can manage.”
“Let me know if you need help.”
Ryker decided he’d focus on his legs and shoulders. He kept an eye on Dylan as he grabbed what he needed from the rack and then went over to the bench to get started.
Dylan was facing the wall, already going at a slight jog, but the floor to ceiling mirror in front of him meant that he had a clear view of Ryker as he grabbed a pair of dumbbells and started doing lateral raises.
